Michael Eyquen de Montaigne

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.

How many things served us yesterday for articles of faith, which
to-day are fables to us!
[Fr., Combien read more

How many things served us yesterday for articles of faith, which
to-day are fables to us!
[Fr., Combien de choses nous servoient heir d'articles de foy,
qui nous sont fables aujourd'hui!]

To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]

To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]

My appetite comes to me while eating.

My appetite comes to me while eating.

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.