Michael Eyquen de Montaigne

A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.

A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.

The pain
Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart
Is stirred thus in the wound again.

The pain
Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart
Is stirred thus in the wound again.

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.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, as you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang read more

You may break, you may shatter the vase, as you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

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."