Michael Eyquen de Montaigne

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.

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.

While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.

While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.

One may be humble out of pride.

One may be humble out of pride.

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."