The Essays of Michael de Montaigne, Volum 1

Forside
W. Miller, 1811 - 545 sider
 

Utvalgte sider

Innhold

I
1
III
6
IV
11
VI
21
VII
24
VIII
28
X
31
XII
33
XLV
269
XLVI
271
XLVIII
276
XLIX
281
LI
285
LII
300
LIV
308
LV
335

XIII
34
XV
41
XVI
44
XVII
50
XVIII
53
XX
55
XXII
56
XXIII
58
XXIV
63
XXV
66
XXVI
70
XXVIII
93
XXIX
108
XXX
109
XXXI
132
XXXIII
144
XXXIV
161
XXXV
209
XXXVI
215
XXXVII
233
XXXVIII
234
XXXIX
242
XL
260
XLI
263
XLIII
265
LVII
339
LVIII
353
LIX
356
LX
359
LXI
361
LXII
368
LXIII
376
LXV
388
LXVI
395
LXVII
399
LXIX
403
LXX
404
LXXI
406
LXXII
410
LXXIII
413
LXXIV
425
LXXV
429
LXXVII
438
LXXVIII
452
LXXIX
472
LXXX
475
LXXXI
481
LXXXII
495
LXXXIII
499
LXXXIV
526

Andre utgaver - Vis alle

Vanlige uttrykk og setninger

Populære avsnitt

Side 411 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Side 33 - The glitt'ring species here and there divide, And cast their dubious beams from side to side; Now on the walls, now on the pavement play, And to the ceiling flash the glaring day.
Side 177 - But, withal, let my governor remember to what end his instructions are principally directed, and that he do not so much imprint in his pupil's memory the date of the ruin of Carthage, as the manners of Hannibal and Scipio; nor so much where Marcellus died, as why it was unworthy of his duty that he died there.
Side 263 - For what man is he that can know the counsel of GOD ? or who can think what the will of the LORD is? For the thoughts of mortal men are miserable, and our devices are but uncertain. For the corruptible body presseth down the soul, and the earthly tabernacle weigheth down the mind that museth upon many things.
Side 252 - I think there is more barbarity in eating a man alive than in eating him dead...
Side 171 - ... memory. That which a man rightly knows and understands, he is the free disposer of at his own full liberty, without any regard to the author from whence he had it, or fumbling over the leaves of his book.
Side 411 - Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th' adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Side 38 - ... and a field indefinite, without bound or limit. The Pythagoreans make good to be certain and finite, and evil, infinite and uncertain. There are a thousand ways to miss the white, there is only one to hit it. For my own part, I have this vice in...
Side 187 - Since philosophy is that which instructs us to live, and that infancy has there its lessons as well as other ages, why is it not communicated to children betimes? "The clay is moist and soft; now, now make haste, And form the vessel, for the wheel turns fast.

Bibliografisk informasjon