Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
One may be humble out of pride.
One may be humble out of pride.
So closely our whims on our miseries tread,
That the laugh is awak'd ere the tear can be dried.
So closely our whims on our miseries tread,
That the laugh is awak'd ere the tear can be dried.
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.
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.
Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
