Francesco Dall'Ongaro Quotes

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Poor is he who in traitor doth confide:
Never shall snow-clad land good grain provide.
Poor she who in deserter faith doth show:
Never shall flowers on withered branches grow.

Francesco Dall'Ongaro

When that the people cried they had no flour.
Eat poultry, was the answer of the king.

Francesco Dall'Ongaro

Life has two wings : one, sorrow; one, delight;
Love gives it pinions, God directs its flight.

Francesco Dall'Ongaro

Slowly doth bud, and slowly doth mature
The woodland oak, yet doth long time endure.
Lashed by the winds, her leaves around she steews,
But, the wind passed, her beauty she renews.

Francesco Dall'Ongaro

Too many for the fruit cut down the tree,
And find their gain in world-wide misery.

Francesco Dall'Ongaro

Never's a word, sir, that is lightning-paced,
By one day noted, by the next erased.

Francesco Dall'Ongaro

Free is the vote, the right inviolate,
But victory falls to him whose aim is straight.

Francesco Dall'Ongaro