Michael Eyquen de Montaigne

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.

"Oh! what a vile and abject thing is man unless he can erect
himself above humanity." Here is a read more

"Oh! what a vile and abject thing is man unless he can erect
himself above humanity." Here is a bon mot and a useful desire,
but equally absurd. For to make the handful bigger than the
hand, the armful bigger then the arm, and to hope to stride
further than the stretch of our legs, is impossible and
monstrous. . . . He may lift himself if God lend him His hand of
special grace; he may lift himself . . . by means wholly
celestial. It is for our Christian religion, and not for his
Stoic virtue, to pretend to this divine and miraculous
metamorphosis.

Round, round, while thus we go round,
The best thing a man can do,
Is to make read more

Round, round, while thus we go round,
The best thing a man can do,
Is to make it at least, a merry-go-round,
By--sending the wine round too.

Even opinion is of force enough to make itself to be espoused at
the expense of life.

Even opinion is of force enough to make itself to be espoused at
the expense of life.

Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright
Ne'er carried a heartstain away on its blade.

Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright
Ne'er carried a heartstain away on its blade.