But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
All's well in the end, if you've only the patience to wait.
The most Christian France is the sole wet-nurse to the Roman court.
If you say to me: "Master, it would seem that you weren't too terribly wise to have written these bits of nonsense and pleasant mockeries," I respond that you are hardly more so in finding amusement in reading them.
Death is the vast perhaps.
He who has not an adventure has not horse or mule, so says Solomon.--Who is too adventurous, said Echephron,--loses horse and mule.