The eye that gazes upon the sun sees not the orb it looks upon, confounded by the excess of its brightness.
Pietro MetastasioSharp 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?
Pietro MetastasioThe aged oak upon the steep stands more firm and secure if assailed by angry winds; for if the winter bares its head, the more strongly it strikes its roots into the ground, acquiring strength as it loses beauty.
Pietro MetastasioThe canker which the trunk conceals is revealed by the leaves, the fruit, or the flower.
Pietro Metastasio