“ The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time. ”
Love, that moves the sun and the other stars
~ Dante Alighieri
There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery
Mentre che la speranza ha fior del verde
Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state,perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and herewere every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.
