Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under the influence of the evil eye. Jacopo Sannazaro Italian Poet More Jacopo Sannazaro Quotes 0
He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman. Jacopo Sannazaro Italian Poet More Jacopo Sannazaro Quotes 0
Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so. Jacopo Sannazaro Italian Poet More Jacopo Sannazaro Quotes 0