Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.
Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.
Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to read more
Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.
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.
