Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
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.
To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]
To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]
'Tis so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so.
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'Tis so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so.
- Michael Eyquen de Montaigne,
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.
Adrian, the Emperor, exclaimed incessantly, when dying, "That the
crowd of physicians had killed him."
Adrian, the Emperor, exclaimed incessantly, when dying, "That the
crowd of physicians had killed him."
