“He who grows old in love, besides all pain
Which waits such passion, well deserves a chain.”

— Ludovico Ariosto , book Orlando Furioso

A chi in amor s'invecchia, oltr'ogni pena,
Si convengono i ceppi e la catena.
Canto XXIV, stanza 2 (tr. W. S. Rose)
Orlando Furioso (1532)

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A chi in amor s'invecchia, oltr'ogni pena, Si convengono i ceppi e la catena.

Orlando Furioso (1532)

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Italian poet 1474–1533

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