Francois Rabelais

But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest
concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
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But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest
concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
[Fr., Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan? C'estoit le plus grand
soucy qu'eust Villon, le poete parisien.]

You shall never want rope enough.

You shall never want rope enough.

You are Christians of the best edition, all picked and culled.

You are Christians of the best edition, all picked and culled.

Between two stools one sits on the ground.
[Fr., S'asseoir entre deux selles le cul a terre.]

Between two stools one sits on the ground.
[Fr., S'asseoir entre deux selles le cul a terre.]

It is folly to put the plough in front of the oxen.
[Fr., Folie est mettre la charrue devant read more

It is folly to put the plough in front of the oxen.
[Fr., Folie est mettre la charrue devant les boeufs.]