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How Do You Know Antiquity Was Foolish? How Do You Know The Present Is Wise? Who Made It Foolish? Who Made It Wise?

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

One Inch Of Joy Surmounts Of Grief A Span, Because To Laugh Is Proper To The Man.

Such Is The Nature And Make-up Of The French That They Are Only Good At The Start. Then They Are Worse Than Devils, But, Given Time, They're Less Than Women.

Between Two Stools One Sits On The Ground.