Michael Eyquen de Montaigne ( 10 of 18 )
What's done can't be undone.
[Fr., Ce qui est faicr ne se peult desfaire.]
What's done can't be undone.
[Fr., Ce qui est faicr ne se peult desfaire.]
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.
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
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!
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.
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.
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.
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.
Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.
Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.
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.
