“Lose thou no time that seek’st to garner fame,
Or wouldst deserve the favour of thy dame.”
Non perder tempo chi cerca aver fama,
voglia acquistar grazia di sua dama.
Il Pecorone, Giornata X., Novella II. Translation reported in Harbottle's Dictionary of quotations French and Italian (1904), p. 377.
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