I'd Gladly Do Without A Valet. I'm

Time, Which Wears Down And Diminishes All Things, Augments And Increases Good Deeds, Because A Good Turn Liberally Offered To A Reasonable Man Grows Continually Through Noble Thought And Memory.

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

Parisians Are So Besotted, So Silly And So Naturally Inept That A Street Player, A Seller Of Indulgences, A Mule With Its Cymbals,a Fiddler In The Middle Of A Crossroads, Will Draw More People Than Would A Good Evangelist Preacher.

The Belly Has No Ears Nor Is It To Be Filled With Fair Words.

Giving Words [is] An Act Of Lovers.