Never did a great man hate good wine.
I'd gladly do without a valet. I'm never so well treated as when I'm without a valet.
One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.
If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.
Parisians are so besotted, so silly and so naturally inept that a street player, a seller of indulgences, a mule with its cymbals,a fiddler in the middle of a crossroads, will draw more people than would a good Evangelist preacher.
Petite ville, grand renom. Small town, great renown.