Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
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."
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.
To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]
To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]
My appetite comes to me while eating.
My appetite comes to me while eating.
How many worthy men have we seen survive their own reputations!
How many worthy men have we seen survive their own reputations!
