Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
My appetite comes to me while eating.
My appetite comes to me while eating.
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!
Light may come where all looks darkest,
Hope hath life, when life seems o'er.
Light may come where all looks darkest,
Hope hath life, when life seems o'er.
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.
To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]
To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]
