Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]
To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]
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.
My appetite comes to me while eating.
My appetite comes to me while eating.
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.
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
