A Man Of Good Sense

The Most Christian France Is The Sole Wet-nurse To The Roman Court.

Of A Young Hermit, An Old Devil. [fr., De Jeune Hermite, Vieil Diable.]

Science Without Conscience Is The Soul's Perdition.

Between Two Stools One Sits On The Ground.

How Comes It That You Curse, Frere Jean? It's Only, Said The Monk, In Order To Embellish My Language. They Are The Colors Of Ciceronian Rhetoric.