Michael Eyquen de Montaigne

How the Doctor's brow should smile,
Crown'd with wreaths of camomile.

How the Doctor's brow should smile,
Crown'd with wreaths of camomile.

So closely our whims on our miseries tread,
That the laugh is awak'd ere the tear can be dried.

So closely our whims on our miseries tread,
That the laugh is awak'd ere the tear can be dried.

Round, round, while thus we go round,
The best thing a man can do,
Is to make read more

Round, round, while thus we go round,
The best thing a man can do,
Is to make it at least, a merry-go-round,
By--sending the wine round too.

You have your face bare; I am all face.
[Fr., Vous avez bien la face desouverte; moi je suis read more

You have your face bare; I am all face.
[Fr., Vous avez bien la face desouverte; moi je suis tout face.]

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!