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91 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1360
Oh, foolish minds! One brief fragment of an hour will separate the spirit from the failing body, and bring to nothing all the blameworthy toils, and time, which must consume all things, will either quickly destroy the memory of the wealthy man, or preserve it for a little while to his shame. This certainly will not happen to our poet. Rather, just as we see implements of war become more brilliant by usage, so will it be with his name, and the more it is rubbed by time, the more it will continue to shine. Therefore let him who wants to, toil on in his own pursuits, and let it suffice him to be left alone to do so, without seeking to censure another's virtuous work, condemning things which he does not understand himself.