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Giovanni Boccaccio

Giovanni Boccaccio was an Italian writer, poet.
Date of Birth : 16 Jun, 1313
Date of Death : 21 Dec, 1375
Place of Birth : Tuscany, Italy
Profession : Writer, Poet
Nationality : Italy
Giovanni Boccaccio was an Italian writer, poet, correspondent of Petrarch, and an important Renaissance humanist. Born in the town of Certaldo, he became so well known as a writer that he was sometimes simply known as "the Certaldese" and one of the most important figures in the European literary panorama of the fourteenth century. Some scholars (including Vittore Branca) define him as the greatest European prose writer of his time, a versatile writer who amalgamated different literary trends and genres, making them converge in original works, thanks to a creative activity exercised under the banner of experimentalism.

Biography

The details of Boccaccio's birth are uncertain. He was born in Florence or in a village near Certaldo where his family was from. He was the son of Florentine merchant Boccaccino di Chellino and an unknown woman; he was likely born out of wedlock. Boccaccio's stepmother was called Margherita de' Mardoli.

Quotes

Total 20 Quotes
You must read, you must persevere, you must sit up nights, you must inquire, and exert the utmost power of your mind. If one way does not lead to the desired meaning, take another; if obstacles arise, then still another; until, if your strength holds out, you will find that clear which at first looked dark.
To have compassion for those who suffer is a human quality which everyone should possess, especially those who have required comfort themselves in the past and have managed to find it in others.
While farmers generally allow one rooster for ten hens, ten men are scarcely sufficient to service one woman.
Nothing is so indecent that it cannot be said to another person if the proper words are used to convey it.
Kissed mouth don’t lose its fortune, on the contrary it renews itself just as the moon does.
In this world, you only get what you grab for.
Heaven would indeed be heaven if lovers were there permitted as much enjoyment as they had experienced on earth.
Human it is to have compassion on the unhappy.
Do as we say, and not as we do.
Wrongs committed in the distant past are far easier to condemn than to rectify.