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.]

How well I feathered by nest.

How well I feathered by nest.

You shall never want rope enough.

You shall never want rope enough.

Strike the iron whilst it is hot.

Strike the iron whilst it is hot.

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.]