La vita fugge, e non s'arresta un'ora

Life hurries on, nor lingers for an hour,
And day by day Death follows close behind
The Present and the Past with equal power
Strive with the Future in my weary mind:
And Hope and Memory by turns assail
With such fierce warfare my unhappy breast
That did not pity for itself prevail
This troubled spirit had long since sought rest.
Lost Joys redouble every Grief I mourn
Like lightnings o'er the gloom of midnight sent
While Fortune smiles in port, all tempest worn
Onward my poor bark drives—her sails are rent—
Her Pilot tired—mast broke and rigging torn
And bright familiar lights in darkness spent.
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Francesco Petrarch
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