France, mother of arts, of warfare, and of laws (Les Regrets)
Now conquering Rome doth conquered Rome inter, And she the vanquished is, and vanquisher. To show us where she stood there rests alone Tiber; and that too hastens to be gone. Learn, hence what fortune can. Towns glide away; And rivers, which are still in motion, stay.
Happy he who like Ulysses has made a great journey.
In my opinion butlers ought To know their place, and not to play The Old Retainer night and day.