Prince, give the prize for chatter To Parisian women; whatever May be said about Italians, There is no tongue like one from Paris. - François Villon

In riding to the hounds, in falconry,
In love or war," as anyone will tell you,
"For one brief joy a hundred woes.

Vente, gresle, gelle, j'ay mon pain cuit.
Ie suis paillart, la paillarde me suit.
Lequel vault mieulx? Chascun bien s'entresuit.
L'ung vault l'autre; c'est a mau rat mau chat.
Ordure amons, ordure nous assuit;
Nous deffuyons onneur, il nous deffuit,
En ce bordeau ou tenons nostre estat.

Foolish love makes beasts of men:
It once caused Solomon to worship idols,
And Samson to lose his eyes.
That man is lucky who has nothing.