Michael Eyquen de Montaigne ( 8 of 18 )
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.
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.
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.
Time flies, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from read more
Time flies, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
And neglected his task for the flowers on the way.
And neglected his task for the flowers on the way.
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.
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's read more
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's reply,
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."
