Maxioms by 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.
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.
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.
'Tis so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so.
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'Tis so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so.
- Michael Eyquen de Montaigne,
How the Doctor's brow should smile,
Crown'd with wreaths of camomile.
How the Doctor's brow should smile,
Crown'd with wreaths of camomile.
