Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
Whom conscience, ne'er asleep,
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
Whom conscience, ne'er asleep,
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.
Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.
He who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them
to live.
He who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them
to live.
How many things served us yesterday for articles of faith, which
to-day are fables to us!
[Fr., Combien read more
How many things served us yesterday for articles of faith, which
to-day are fables to us!
[Fr., Combien de choses nous servoient heir d'articles de foy,
qui nous sont fables aujourd'hui!]
The pain
Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart
Is stirred thus in the wound again.
The pain
Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart
Is stirred thus in the wound again.
