The Early Writings of Montaigne: And Other Papers, Volume 1

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Macmillan, 1904 - 218 pages

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Page 20 - Tis for mine: For me kind nature wakes her genial power, Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower; Annual for me, the grape, the rose renew The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew...
Page 25 - Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the Road I was to wander in, Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin!
Page 217 - J'en trouve l'usage plus doux que d'aucune autre action de nostre vie; et c'est la raison pourquoy, si j'estois asture forcé de choisir, je consentirois plustost, ce crois-je, de perdre la veuë que l'ouir ou le parler.
Page 15 - Quel monstre est ce , que cette goutte de semence , de quoy nous sommes produicts, porte en soy les impressions, non de la forme corporelle seulement , mais des pensements et des inclinations de nos peres ? cette goutte d'eau , où loge elle ce nombre infiny de formes...
Page 21 - Qu'il me face entendre par l'effort de son discours, sur quels fondemens il a basty ces grands avantages qu'il pense avoir sur les autres créatures.
Page 13 - II ya le nom et la chose ; le nom, c'est une voix qui remerque et signifie la chose ; le nom, ce n'est pas une partie de la chose ny de la substance, c'est une pièce estrangere joincte à la chose, et hors d'elle.
Page 188 - ... whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets; But I forbid thee one most heinous crime: O! carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow, Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen; Him in thy course untainted do allow For beauty's pattern to succeeding men. Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.
Page 81 - The rivets were not found that join'd us first That does not reach us yet : we were so mixt, As meeting streams, both to our selves were lost ; We were one mass ; we could not give or take, But from the same ; for he was I, I he.
Page 81 - I was his soul; he lived not but in me; We were so closed within each other's breasts, The rivets were not found that joined us first. That does not reach us yet: we were so mixed, As meeting streams, both to ourselves were lost; 95 86 resolve, relax. We were one mass; we could not give or take, But from the same; for he was I, I he.
Page 208 - I remember when I was a young man at Poictiers in France that I was very intimate with a young Frenchman of great wit, but somewhat talkative, who afterwards turned out a very eminent man. He used to inveigh against the manners of old men, and say that if their minds could be seen as well as their bodies, they would appear no less deformed ; and further indulging his fancy, he argued that the defects of their minds had some parallel and correspondence with those of the body.

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