Essays — Michel de Montaigne

Essays

Michel de Montaigne · Licence: Public domain · Source

• "Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum Grata superveniet, quae non sperabitur, hora." CHAPTER XIX · ¶496
• In truth, in all things, if nature do not help a little, it is very hard for art and industry to perform anything to purpose. I am in my own nature not melancholic, but meditative; and there is nothing I have more continually entertained myself withal than imaginations of death, even in the most wanton time of my age: CHAPTER XIX · ¶499
• "Jucundum quum aetas florida ver ageret." CHAPTER XIX · ¶500
• "Jam fuerit, nec post unquam revocare licebit." CHAPTER XIX · ¶503
• "Nemo altero fragilior est; nemo in crastinum sui certior." CHAPTER XIX · ¶506
• For anything I have to do before I die, the longest leisure would appear too short, were it but an hour's business I had to do. CHAPTER XIX · ¶508
• "Quid brevi fortes jaculamur avo Multa?" CHAPTER XIX · ¶510
• "'Miser, O miser,' aiunt, 'omnia ademit Una dies infesta mihi tot praemia vitae.'" CHAPTER XIX · ¶513
• "Manuet," says he, "opera interrupta, minaeque Murorum ingentes." CHAPTER XIX · ¶516
• A man must design nothing that will require so much time to the finishing, or, at least, with no such passionate desire to see it brought to perfection. We are born to action: CHAPTER XIX · ¶518
• "Quum moriar, medium solvar et inter opus." CHAPTER XIX · ¶519
• "Illud in his rebus non addunt: nec tibi earum jam desiderium rerum super insidet una." CHAPTER XIX · ¶522
• "Quin etiam exhilarare viris convivia caede Mos olim, et miscere epulis spectacula dira Certantum ferro, saepe et super ipsa cadentum Pocula, respersis non parco sanguine mensis." CHAPTER XIX · ¶525
• Let us but observe in the ordinary changes and declinations we daily suffer, how nature deprives us of the light and sense of our bodily decay. What remains to an old man of the vigour of his youth and better days? CHAPTER XIX · ¶529
• "Heu! senibus vitae portio quanta manet." CHAPTER XIX · ¶530
• "Non vulnus instants Tyranni Mentha cadi solida, neque Auster Dux inquieti turbidus Adriae, Nec fulminantis magna Jovis manus." CHAPTER XIX · ¶533
• "In manicis et Compedibus saevo te sub custode tenebo. Ipse Deus, simul atque volam, me solvet. Opinor, Hoc sentit; moriar; mors ultima linea rerum est." CHAPTER XIX · ¶536
• But nature compels us to it. "Go out of this world," says she, "as you entered into it; the same pass you made from death to life, without passion or fear, the same, after the same manner, repeat from life to death. Your death is a part of the order of the universe, 'tis a part of the life of the world. CHAPTER XIX · ¶539
• "Inter se mortales mutua vivunt ................................ Et, quasi cursores, vitai lampada tradunt." CHAPTER XIX · ¶540
• "Prima, qux vitam dedit, hora carpsit." CHAPTER XIX · ¶543
• "Nascentes morimur, finisque ab origine pendet." CHAPTER XIX · ¶545
• "Cur non ut plenus vita; conviva recedis?" CHAPTER XIX · ¶548
• "If you have not known how to make the best use of it, if it was unprofitable to you, what need you care to lose it, to what end would you desire longer to keep it? CHAPTER XIX · ¶550
• "'Cur amplius addere quaeris, Rursum quod pereat male, et ingratum occidat omne?' CHAPTER XIX · ¶551
• "'Non alium videre patres, aliumve nepotes Aspicient.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶554
• "'Versamur ibidem, atque insumus usque.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶557
• "'Atque in se sua per vestigia volvitur annus.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶559
• "I am not prepared to create for you any new recreations: CHAPTER XIX · ¶561
• "'Nam tibi prxterea quod machiner, inveniamque Quod placeat, nihil est; eadem sunt omnia semper.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶562
• "'Licet quot vis vivendo vincere secla, Mors aeterna tamen nihilominus illa manebit.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶565
• "And yet I will place you in such a condition as you shall have no reason to be displeased. CHAPTER XIX · ¶567
• "'In vera nescis nullum fore morte alium te, Qui possit vivus tibi to lugere peremptum, Stansque jacentem.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶568
• "Nor shall you so much as wish for the life you are so concerned about: CHAPTER XIX · ¶570
• "'Nec sibi enim quisquam tum se vitamque requirit. .................................................. "'Nec desiderium nostri nos afficit ullum.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶571
• "Death is less to be feared than nothing, if there could be anything less than nothing. CHAPTER XIX · ¶572
• "'Multo . . . mortem minus ad nos esse putandium, Si minus esse potest, quam quod nihil esse videmus.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶573
• "'Respice enim, quam nil ad nos anteacta vetustas Temporis aeterni fuerit.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶575
• "'Omnia te, vita perfuncta, sequentur.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶578
• "Does not all the world dance the same brawl that you do? Is there anything that does not grow old, as well as you? A thousand men, a thousand animals, a thousand other creatures, die at the same moment that you die: CHAPTER XIX · ¶580
• "'Nam nox nulla diem, neque noctem aurora sequuta est, Quae non audierit mistos vagitibus aegris Ploratus, mortis comites et funeris atri.' CHAPTER XIX · ¶581

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