I Place No Hope In My Strength,

I Drink No More Than A Sponge.

Indeed, Said The Monk, A Mass, A Matins, And Vespers Well Rung Are Half-said.

When My Soul Leaves This Human Dwelling, I Will Not Consider Myself To Have Completely Died, But To Pass From One State To Another, Given That, In You And By You, I Remain In My Visible Image In This World.

What Harm In Learning And Getting Knowledge Even From A Sot, A Pot, A Fool, A Mitten, Or A Slipper. [fr., Que Nuist Savoir Tousjours Et Tousjours Apprendre, Fust Ce D'un Sot, D'une Pot, D'une Que--doufle D'un Mouffe, D'un Pantoufle.]

There Are More Old Drunkards Than Old Physicians. [fr., Il Y A Plus De Vieux Ivrongnes Qu'il Y A De Vieux Medecins.]