• Those spacious regions where our fancies roam,
    Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come,
    In some dread moment, by the fates assign'd,
    Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind;
    And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last
    The speed that spins the future and the past:
    And, sovereign of an undisputed throne,
    Awful eternity shall reign alone.

    Francesco Petrarch (2016). “Delphi Collected Poetical Works of Francesco Petrarch (Illustrated)”, p.440, Delphi Classics