I have to thank you...because you have so often helped me forget the evils of today. - Petrarch

I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying.

Le bionde treccie sopra il collo sciolte.

The same way she, who is a sun herself, turns her sweet eyes upon me and stirs up the thoughts and words and deeds that deal with love: but any way she rules or governs them, spring still can never happen in my heart.