To Good And True Love, Fear Is

The Dress Does Not Make The Monk. [fr., L'habit Ne Fait Le Moine.]

The Scent Of Wine, Oh How Much More Agreeable, Laughing, Praying, Celestial And Delicious It Is Than That Of Oil!

Hungry Bellies Have No Cars.

I'd Gladly Do Without A Valet. I'm Never So Well Treated As When I'm Without A Valet.

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.