To produce such a revolution, divine how I must have been fascinated! and be not surprised at my repeating all the way that pathetic sonnet of Petrarch: "O giorno, o ora, o ultimo momento, O stelle congiurate a 'mpoverirme! O fido sguardo, or che volei tu dirme, Partend' io, per non esser mai contento?" September 9th. You may imagine how I felt when the hour of leaving Padua drew near.
Word Of The Day