No clock is more regular than the belly.
Between two stools one sits on the ground.
Remove idleness from the world and soon the arts of Cupid would perish.
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.
It is folly to put the plough in front of the oxen.
How do you know antiquity was foolish? How do you know the present is wise? Who made it foolish? Who made it wise?