Michael Eyquen de Montaigne

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

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

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.

The secret counsels of princes are a troublesome burden to such
as have only to execute them.
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The secret counsels of princes are a troublesome burden to such
as have only to execute them.
[Fr., C'est une importune garde, du secret des princes, a qui
n'en que faire.]

To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]

To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.