François Villon Poems
- The Ballad Of The Proverbs So rough the goat will scratch, it...
- Ballade To Our Lady WRITTEN FOR HIS MOTHER Dame du ciel, ...
- Ballade I know flies in milk I know the man by his ...
- Epitaph In The Form Of A Balla... Freres humains qui apres ...
- Ballad Of The Ladies Of Yore Tell me where, in what ...
- The Debate Between Villon And ... Who's that I ...
- Villon’s Epitaph (Ballade Of T...
François Villon was a French poet, thief, and vagabond. He is perhaps best known for his Testaments and his Ballade des Pendus, written while in prison. The question "Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?", taken from the Ballade des dames du temps jadis and translated by Dante Gabriel Rossetti as "Where are the snows of yesteryear?", is one of the most famous lines of translated secular poetry in the English-speaking world.
Villon's real surname has been a matter of dispute; he has been called François de Montcorbier and François Des Loges and other names, though in literature Villon is the sole name used. Villon was born in 1431, almost certainly ... more »
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The Ballad Of The Proverbs
So rough the goat will scratch, it cannot sleep.
So often goes the pot to the well that it breaks.
So long you heat iron, it will glow;
so heavily you hammer it, it shatters.
So good is the man as his praise;
so far he will go, and he's forgotten;
so bad he behaves, and he's despised.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.
So glib you talk, you end up in contradictions.
So good is your credit as the favors you got.
So much you promise that you will back out.
So doggedly you beg that your wish is granted;
so high climbs the price when you want a ...