12 Quotes by François Villon

Where are the snows of yesteryear?

But where are the snows of yester year?

We were two and had but one heart between us

Brother humans who live after us, do not harden your hearts against us.

Blonde or brunette, this rhyme applies, happy is he who knows them not

Ah God! Had I but studied in the days of my foolish youth

I know everything except myself.

We were two and had but one heart.

Good talkers are only found in Paris.