Michael Eyquen de Montaigne

Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are found and
perfected by degrees, by often handling read more

Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are found and
perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears
leisurely lick their clubs into shape.

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.

My appetite comes to me while eating.

My appetite comes to me while eating.

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to read more

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.

Time flies, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from read more

Time flies, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.