Ha! For A Divine And Lordly Manor,

I Drink No More Than A Sponge.

Do Not Limp Before The Lame. [old Fr., Ne Clochez Pas Devant Les Boyteus.]

It Is The Custom On Africa To Always Produce New And Monstrous Things. [fr., Afrique Est Coustumiere Toujours Choses Produire Nouvelles Et Monstrueuses.]

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

I Build Only Living Stones--men.