Resembles herself and no other. - 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.

Ché i be' vostr'occhi, donna, mi legaro.

...vicdanın gözlerinden yaş getirdi, ama asla gerektiği şekilde seni değiştirmeye yetmedi.