If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.
For God, nothing is impossible. And, if he wanted, in the future women would give birth from their ears.
Early rising is no pleasure; early drinking's just the measure.
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.
From the gut comes the strut, and where hunger reigns, strength abstains.
In this mortal life, nothing is blessed throughout.