VILLON. DANTE. 1265-1321. (Cary's Translation.) All hope abandon, ye who enter here. Hell. Canto iii. Line 9. The wretched souls of those who lived No greater grief than to remember days Line 34. Canto v. Line 121. FRANÇOIS VILLON. Circa 1430-1484. Where are the snows of last year? 2 Des Dames du Temps jadis. i. I know everything except myself. Autre Ballade. i. Good talkers are only found in Paris. 2 But where is last year's snow? This was the greatest care that Villon, the Parisian poet, took. RABELAIS: book ii. chap. xiv. MARTIN LUTHER. 1483-1546. A mighty fortress is our God, Of mortal ills prevailing. Psalm. Ein feste Burg ist unser Goti (trans. by Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as tiles on its roofs, I would enter.1 Here I stand; I can do no otherwise. God help me. Amen! Speech at the Diet of Worms. For where God built a church, there the Devil would. also build a chapel.2 Table-Talk. lævi. A faithful and good servant is a real godsend; but truly 't is a rare bird in the land. ciri. FRANCIS RABELAIS. 1495-1553. I am just going to leap into the dark.3 Motteur's Life. Let down the curtain: the farce is done. Ibid. He left a paper sealed up, wherein were found three articles as his last will: "I owe much; I have nothing; I give the rest to the poor." One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Ibid. To the Reader. 1 On the 16th of April, 1521, Luther entered the imperial city [of Worms]. On his approach . . . the Elector's chancellor entreated him, in the name of his master, not to enter a town where his death was decided. The answer which Luther returned was simply this. - BUNSEN: Life of Luther. I will go, though as many devils aim at me as there are tiles on the roofs of the houses. RANKE: History of the Reformation, vol. i. p. 533 (Mrs. Austin's translation). 2 See Burton, page 192. 3 Je m'en vay chercher un grand peut-estre. To return to our wethers.1 Works. Book i. Chap. i. n. 2. I drink no more than a sponge. He always looked a given horse in the mouth.3 Chap. v. Ibid. Chap. xi. Ibid. By robbing Peter he paid Paul,*. . . and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall.5 He laid him squat as a flounder. Send them home as merry as crickets. Corn is the sinews of war. Ibid. Chap. xxvii. Chap. xxix. Chap. xlvi. How shall I be able to rule over others, that have not full power and command of myself? Chap. lii. Subject to a kind of disease, which at that time they called lack of money. Book ii. Chap. xvi. He did not care a button for it. Ibid. How well I feathered my nest. Chap. xvii. So much is a man worth as he esteems himself. Chap. xxix. A good crier of green sauce. Chap. xxxi. Then I began to think that it is very true which is commonly said, that the one half of the world knoweth not how the other half liveth. This flea which I have in mine ear. Chap. xxxii. Book iii. Chap. xxxi. You have there hit the nail on the head.” Chap. xxxiv. Above the pitch, out of tune, and off the hinges. Book iv. Chap. xix. 1 "Revenons à nos moutons," - a proverb taken from the French farce of "Pierre Patelin," edition of 1762, p. 90. 2 My appetite comes to me while eating. - MONTAIGNE: Book iii. chap. I'll go his halves. Works. Book iv. Chap. xxiii The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be; The Devil was well, the devil a monk was he. Chap. zziv. Do not believe what I tell you here any more than if it were some tale of a tub. Chap. xxxviii. I would have you call to mind the strength of the an cient giants, that undertook to lay the high mountain Pelion on the top of Ossa, and set among those the shady Olympus.1 Which was performed to a T.2 Ibid. He that has patience may compass anything. Chap. xli. We will take the good will for the deed.3 Chap. xlviii. Chap. zliz. culled. You are Christians of the best edition, all picked and Chap. 1. He freshly and cheerfully asked him how a man. should kill time. Chap. Izii. The belly has no ears, nor is it to be filled with fair words.5 Ibid. Like hearts of oak.1 Prologue to the Fifth Book. Ibid. You shall never want rope enough. Looking as like . as one pea does like another.2 Nothing is so dear and precious as time.3 And thereby hangs a tale.* Book v. Chap. ii. Chap. v. Chap. iv. It is meat, drink," and cloth to us. Chap. vii. And so on to the end of the chapter. Chap. x. What is got over the Devil's back is spent under the Necessity has no law.10 Thought I to myself, we shall never come off scot-free. It is enough to fright you out of your seven senses.9 Panurge had no sooner heard this, but he was upon the high-rope. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Chap. xviii. We saw a knot of others, about a baker's dozen. Chap. xxii. Others made a virtue of necessity." Ibid. Spare your breath to cool your porridge." Chap. xxviii. Ibid. I believe he would make three bites of a cherry. 1 See Garrick, page 388. 2 See Lyly, page 33. See Franklin, page 361. Also Diogenes Laertius, page 948. 4 See Shakespeare, page 68. 5 See Shakespeare, page 71. 6 Isocrates was in the right to insinuate that what is got over the Devil's back is spent under his belly. LE SAGE: Gil Blas, book viii. chap. ix. 7 I have other fish to fry. - CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. xxxv 8 See Burton, page 190. 10 See Shakespeare, page 115. 9 See Scott, page 493. 11 See Chaucer, page 3. 12 See Plutarch, page 924. |