Michael Eyquen de Montaigne

Amongst so many borrowed things, am glad if I can steal one,
disguising and altering it for some new read more

Amongst so many borrowed things, am glad if I can steal one,
disguising and altering it for some new service.

Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.

Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.

A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.

A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.

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

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

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to read more

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.