Michael Eyquen de Montaigne

Whom conscience, ne'er asleep,
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.

Whom conscience, ne'er asleep,
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.

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.

No one is exempt from taking nonsense; the misfortune is to do it
solemnly.

No one is exempt from taking nonsense; the misfortune is to do it
solemnly.

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.

Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.

Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.