Quote #15

There has been no greater artist in French verse, as there has been no greater poet; and the main part of the history of poetry in France is the record of a long forgetting of all that Villon found out for himself.

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  7. Deux estions et n'avions qu'ung cuer.
  8. En ceste foy je vueil vivre et mourir.

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