Maxioms by Francois Rabelais
How well I feathered by nest.
How well I feathered by nest.
He who has not an adventure has not horse or mule, so says
Solomon.--Who is too adventurous, said Echephron,--loses read more
He who has not an adventure has not horse or mule, so says
Solomon.--Who is too adventurous, said Echephron,--loses horse
and mule.
[Fr., Qui ne s'adventure n'a cheval ny mule, ce dist Salomon.--
Qui trop, dist Echephron, s'adventure--perd cheval et mule,
respondit Malcon.]
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 are like the eels of Melun; you cry out before you are
skinned.
[Fr., Vous semblez les read more
You are like the eels of Melun; you cry out before you are
skinned.
[Fr., Vous semblez les anguilles de Melun; vous criez devant
qu'on vous esorche.]
