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.]
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!
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.
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.
Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.
Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.
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.
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.
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.
