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Pietro Metastasio

Pietro Antonio Domenico Trapassi, better known by his pseudonym of Pietro Metastasio (Italian pronunciation: [metaˈstaːzjo]; 3 January 1698 – 12 April 1782), was an Italian poet and librettist, considered the most important writer of opera seria libretti.

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We are like vessels tossed on the bosom of the deep; our passions are the winds that sweep us impetuously forward; each pleasure is a rock; the whole life is a wide ocean. Reason is the pilot to guide us, but often allows itself to be led astray by the storms of pride.

Life, Ocean, Passion, Pride, Rock, Storms

The pilot who is always dreading a rock or a tempest must not complain if he remain a poor fisherman. We must at times trust, something to fortune, for fortune has often some share in what happens.

Complain, Complaining, Pilots, Rocks, Share, Tempest

The bee and the serpent often sip from the selfsame flower.

Bee, Bees, Flower, Selfsame, Serpent

The eye that gazes upon the sun sees not the orb it looks upon, confounded by the excess of its brightness.

Confounded, Excess, Eye, Gazes, Looks, Sun

Sharp and fell remorse, the offspring of my sin! Why do you, O God, lacerate my heart so late? Why, O boding cries, that scream so close to me,--why do I listen to you now, and never heard you before?

Cry, God, Heart, Scream, Sin

If our inward griefs were written on our brows, how many who are envied now would be pitied. It would seem that they had their deadliest foe in their own breast, and their whole happiness would be reduced to mere seeming.

Envied, Grief, Happiness, Pitied, Seeming, Would Be

If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied! [It. , Se a ciascun l'interno affanno Si leggesse in fronte scritto, Quanti mai, che invidia fanno, Ci farebbero pieta!].

Che, Grief, Inward, Mai, Would Be

Of all faults the greatest is the excess of impious terror, dishonoring divine grace. He who despairs wants love, wants faith; for faith, hope, and love are three torches which blend their light together, nor does the one shine without the other.

Grace, Hope, Light, Shining, Torches

Cowards' weapons neither cut nor pierce.

Coward, Cowards, Cutting, Pierce, Weapons

If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?

Envy, Forehead, Grief, Men, Read, Written

Prepare thy soul calmly to obey; such offering will be more acceptable to God than every other sacrifice.

Offering, Sacrifice, Soul

How full of error is the judgment of mankind! They wonder at results when they are ignorant of the reasons

Error, Errors, Ignorant, Judgment, Results, Wonder

Fortune is the best school of courage when she is fraught with anger, in the same way as winds and tempests are the school of the sailorboy.

Courage, School, Way, Wind, Winds

Though the Indian ocean abounds in rich and rare gems, it does not boast a clearer sky nor more unruffled sea. If there be a shore that dreads not the fury of the faithless billows, it is some poor and narrow inlet unknown to the winds.

Gems, Indian, Ocean, Sea, Shore, Wind

High birth is an accident, not a virtue.

Accident, Ancestry, Birth, High, Virtue

If you wish to behold God, you may see Him in every object around; search in your breast, and you will find Him there. And if you do not yet perceive where He dwells, confute me, if you can, and say where He is not.

Behold, Dwells, God, May, See, Wish