Deux estions et n’avions qu'ung cuer. - François Villon

De chiens, d'oyseaulx, d'armes, d'amous,"
Chascun le dit a la vollee,
"Pour une joye cent doulours.

It's true that I have loved,
And gladly would again;
But sad heart, and famished belly
Not even partly satisfied
Force me away from paths of love.
And so, let someone else take over Who has tucked away more food – Dancing is for men of nobler girth.

Mais, quoy que soit du laboureux mestier,
Il n'est tresor que de vivre a son aise.