Quotes from Torquato Tasso

None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.

Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!

Then amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame

It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.

A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.

The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.

Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.

Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.

Any time not spent on love is wasted.

Lost is the time that you don't spend for love.

O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees

He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.

True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does

Any time not spent on love is wasted.

True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does

Hadst thou but tasted once the thousandth part Of joys, which bless the loved and loving heart, Your words repentant and your sighs would prove, Lost is the time which is not past in love.

Read, whilst you arm you; arm you, whilst you read.

Oh meraviglia! Amor, ch'a pena è nato, già grande vola, e già trionfa armato.

Oh che sanguinosa e spaziosa porta Fa l'una e l'altra spada ovunque giugna, Nell'arme e nelle carni! E se la vita Non esce, sdegno tienla al petto unita.

Could I return, I will not say to revel, but breath this sky, under which I was born: to rejoice with sea views and gardens; to consol me with your kindness; to drink this wine or this water, that might reduce my illness…

Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing

ma un mio sospiro ardente fu più verace testimon del core;

Clorinda fui, né sol qui spirto umano albergo in questa pianta rozza e dura, ma ciascun altro ancor, franco o pagano, che lassi i membri a piè de l'alte mura, astretto è qui da novo incanto e strano, non so s'io dica in corpo o in sepoltura.

Bramo assai, poco spero (Hope for much, expect little)