An Old Monkey Never Makes A Pretty

From The Gut Comes The Strut, And Where Hunger Reigns, Strength Abstains.

The Age Was Still Dark And Reeked Of The Havoc And Misfortunes Of The Goths Who Had Put All Good Literature To Destruction. But, By God's Goodness, In My Time Light And Dignity Were Returned To Letters, And I See There Such Improvement That Today I Would Have Great Difficulty Being Admitted To The Most Elementary Classes--i, Who In My Time Was Reputed To Be (and Not Wrongly) To Be The Most Knowledgeable Person Of The Century.

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

He That Has Patience May Compass Anything.

How Can I Govern Others, Who Can't Even Govern Myself?