Quotes from Torquato Tasso

Colpo ch'ad un sol noccia unqua non scende, Ma indiviso è il dolor d'ogni ferita. E spesso è l'un ferito, e l'altro langue: E versa l'alma quel, se questa il sangue.

Foolish is he who builds an empire where the sole foundation is of worldly clay

A fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate. [It., Chi conta i colpi e la dovuta offesa, Mentr' arde la tenzon, misura e pesa?]

O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden's hold,--a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.

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

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