François Villon Poems
|1.||Ballade [the Goat Scratches So Much It Can'T Sleep]||1/29/2015|
|2.||Ballad Of The Gibbet||12/12/2014|
|3.||Ballade [i Die Of Thirst Beside The Fountain]||1/28/2015|
|4.||Le Testament: Rondeau||3/29/2012|
|5.||Le Testament: Ballade: ‘item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'||3/29/2012|
|6.||Le Testament: Epitaph Et Rondeau||3/29/2012|
|7.||The Ballad Of Villon And Fat Madge||3/29/2012|
|9.||Le Testament: Ballade: A S'Amye||3/29/2012|
|11.||Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmière||3/29/2012|
|13.||Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert D'Estouteville||3/29/2012|
|14.||Ballade: Du Concours De Blois||3/29/2012|
|16.||Villon’s Epitaph (Ballade Of The Hanged Men)||1/13/2003|
|17.||Ballade To Our Lady||1/13/2003|
|18.||The Debate Between Villon And His Heart||1/13/2003|
|20.||Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade||1/13/2003|
|21.||Ballad Of The Ladies Of Yore||1/13/2003|
|22.||The Ballad Of The Proverbs||1/13/2003|
Comments about François Villon
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 ...
I know flies in milk
I know the man by his clothes
I know fair weather from foul
I know the apple by the tree
I know the tree when I see the sap
I know when all is one
I know who labors and who loafs
I know everything but myself.