Michael Eyquen de Montaigne

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.

'Tis so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so.
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'Tis so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so.
- Michael Eyquen de Montaigne,

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.

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!

What's done can't be undone.
[Fr., Ce qui est faicr ne se peult desfaire.]

What's done can't be undone.
[Fr., Ce qui est faicr ne se peult desfaire.]