FC: -Francesco Petrarch | "To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds."
1: By: Fernanda Escalante
3: Virgil and another by Cicero. His desire to write his thoughts and feelings and so difficult was it to find anyone in Europe to match his desire he found himself writing to Cicero, one of the only people he believed really shared his passion. Francesco was a devout Christian, he nonetheless vehemently opposed the scholastic philosophy that underpinned the Mideval church’s theology. | My name is Francesco Petrarch (July 20, 1304 – July 19, 1374). I was born in Arezzo, Italy, a city near Florence. I became a pupil of Convepole de Prato, I learned grammar and rheotoric. I pursued a classical education until 1319. At age 15, he I sent to Bologna to study law. When my dad found out I was neglecting my legal studies and reading classical literature instead, my father burned all my books except for Virgil and another by Cicero. That made me very sad.
4: My desire to write my thoughts and feelings and so difficult was it to find anyone in Europe to match my desire I found myself writing to Cicero, one of the only people that share my passion. I am devout Christian, I vehemently opposed the scholastic philosophy that underpinned the Mideval church’s theology. | My Latin writings were considered revivals of the greek and roman style of literature. My knowledge of the classics led to my conviction that there is no essential conflict between classical and Christian thought. This conviction anticipated the spirit of the renassaince. I led in discovering the greatness of classical writers and helped start the movement later called Humanism. That is why they call me the "father Of Humanism
6: My writings would go on to influence countless others such as Boccaccio, who I was good friends with, to write his own great works. And centuries later others such as Shakespeare would study my works and copy my sonnets.
7: Giovanni Boccaccio
8: Canzoniere, one of my most famous sonnet book, was inspired by a beautiful women named Laura, who I fell madly in love with. On April 6, 1327, at the Easter mass in the church of Sainte-Claire d'Avignon I first saw her. Many don't believe she really existed but of course she did. Laura de Noves was her name, she born in 1310 and was married to Hugues II de Sade. I did fall madly in love with a here even though we never spoke. I wrote hundreds of poems to her; which in years to come would get transported around the world and translated into just about every known language. So you know my love was deep.
10: I had two children Giovanni and Francesca. Giovanni's mother was a wonderful women whom I never loved and should have. My relationship between my son and I was a disappointment. Giovanni is intelligent, perhaps even exceptionally intelligent, but he hates books, and books are my life. In 1343 my second child, Francesca is born. Her mother and I met in Florence while I was on a short trip there. We never liked each other and had little contact after her birth. Francesca gave me two grandchildren- Eletta and Francesco.
11: Francesca | Giovanni
12: Eletta Eletta was such an spontaneous little girl! I enjoyed spending time with her. I took her on long walks around the park and bought her all kinds of dolls. She was such a big part of my life as well as her brother, Francesco.
14: Francesco My grandson, Francesco, he was just like me. He loved spending time with and learning and reading my works. I taught him all I could while I was living at my daughters house. He was very smart and loved classicals. Not only did we share the same name but we shared the same passion for classics.
16: My son, grandson, numerous friends, and of course Laura, for which my writings of her will live on forever, all died as victims of the the bubonic plague. I was devasted to loose them. On the morning of July 19th, 1374, a day before my 70th birthday, My daughter who's family was living with me at the time, walked into my study and found me slumped over my desk having died sometime during the night with a pen in my hand and Laura in my heart. I was buried in the parish church. Six years later, my remains were transferred to a sarcophagus built in Arqu my his son-in-law.
17: My statue in Arqua.