Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!
Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
Light may come where all looks darkest,
Hope hath life, when life seems o'er.
Light may come where all looks darkest,
Hope hath life, when life seems o'er.
My appetite comes to me while eating.
My appetite comes to me while eating.
You may break, you may shatter the vase, as you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang read more
You may break, you may shatter the vase, as you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
