Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!
Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!
Light may come where all looks darkest,
Hope hath life, when life seems o'er.
Light may come where all looks darkest,
Hope hath life, when life seems o'er.
Every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the
place where he chanced to be.
Every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the
place where he chanced to be.
My appetite comes to me while eating.
My appetite comes to me while eating.
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.
