Michael Eyquen de Montaigne ( 8 of 18 )
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.
Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.
Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.
You may break, you may shatter the vase, as you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang read more
You may break, you may shatter the vase, as you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
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.
Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright
Ne'er carried a heartstain away on its blade.
Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright
Ne'er carried a heartstain away on its blade.
Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
And neglected his task for the flowers on the way.
And neglected his task for the flowers on the way.
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."
