Trees buried in Winter;
World a Looking-Glass and Book.
Desire of gathering Riches has no Limits –
Life, many Ways to get rid of it.
Pleasures wheedle and caress
only to strangle us –
Kings and Coblers Souls
cast in the same Mold.
Books, immortal Children –
Counsel’s Strength consists in Time.
Word of Men, their only Tye on one another,
Dying for Fear of Death.
Entries in the index of Charles Cotton’s translation of Montaigne’s essays, 1685.
Verbatim Poetry 