"Mais, concluent, je dys et mantiens qu'il n'y a tel torchecul que d'un oyzon bien duveté, pourveu qu'on luy tienne la teste entre les jambes. Et m'e… - François Rabelais

"High and mighty guzzlers, and you, O all you precious pox-ridden — while you have the leisure and I have nothing else more important to do, let me ask you a question: why does everybody say, as if it were proverbially true, that the world is no longer flat? Understand, please, that "flat" here means "without zest, unsalted, insipid, washed-out": taking it metaphorically, it signifies "crazy, foolish, senseless, rot-brained." Would you argue, as indeed one might logically infer, that if we say that the world has been flat, now we have to say that it's become wise? What was it that made it flat? Why was it flat? Why should it be wise? What do you think ancient stupidity was? What do you think constitutes our present wisdom? What made it flat? What has made it wise? Are there more lovers of flatness or more lovers of wisdom? Just exactly when was it flat? Just exactly when was it wise? Who's responsible for that earlier flatness? Who's responsible for that later wisdom? Why did that ancient flatness end right now, and not at some other time? Why did our present wisdom begin right now, and not sooner? What harm did our earlier flatness do us? What good is this new wisdom? How did we get rid of our ancient flatness? How was our present wisdom brought about?"

Rondeau

En chiant l'autre hier senti
La gabelle qu'à mon cul dois;
L'odeur fut autre que cuidois:
J'en fus du tout empuanti
O si quelqu'un eût consenti
M'amener une qu'attendois
En chiant!

Car je lui eusse assimenti
Son trou d'urine à mon lourdois;
Cependant eût avec ses doigts,
Mon trou de merde garanti,
En chiant!

Spare your breath to cool your porridge.