There cannot be a heart so hard that weeping, praying and loving sometime will not move, nor yet a will so cold it cannot burn. - Petrarch

Neither exhortations to virtue nor the argument of approaching death should divert us from literature; for in a good mind it excites the love of virtue, and dissipates, or at least diminishes, the fear of death.

Virtue ‘gainst fury shall advance the fight, and it to the combat soon shall put to flight, for the Old Roman Valor is not dead! Nor in the Italian’s breasts, extinguish-ed.

Peace I do not find, and I have no wish to make war; and I fear and hope, and burn and am of ice.