Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's read more
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's reply,
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."
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.
How many worthy men have we seen survive their own reputations!
How many worthy men have we seen survive their own reputations!
No one is exempt from taking nonsense; the misfortune is to do it
solemnly.
No one is exempt from taking nonsense; the misfortune is to do it
solemnly.
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!
