gentlemen, make conquest, rob each other of your well-beloved without remorse.
Chassez across.In love there are no friends.
Everywhere where there is a pretty woman hostility is open.
No quarter, war to the death! a pretty woman is a casus belli; a pretty woman is flagrant misdemeanor.All the invasions of history have been determined by petticoats.Woman is man's right.
Romulus carried off the Sabines; William carried off the Saxon women; Caesar carried off the Roman women.
The man who is not loved soars like a vulture over the mistresses of other men; and for my own part, to all those unfortunate men who are widowers, I throw the sublime proclamation of Bonaparte to the army of Italy:"Soldiers, you are in need of everything; the enemy has it."
[2] Liege:
a cork-tree. Pau:
a jest on peau, skin.
Tholomyes paused.
"Take breath, Tholomyes," said Blachevelle.
At the same moment Blachevelle, supported by Listolier and Fameuil, struck up to a plaintive air, one of those studio songs composed of the first words which come to hand, rhymed richly and not at all, as destitute of sense as the gesture of the tree and the sound of the wind, which have their birth in the vapor of pipes, and are dissipated and take their flight with them.
This is the couplet by which the group replied to Tholomyes' harangue:-- "The father turkey-cocks so grave Some money to an agent gave, That master good Clermont-Tonnerre Might be made pope on Saint Johns' day fair. But this good Clermont could not be Made pope, because no priest was he; And then their agent, whose wrath burned, With all their money back returned."
This was not calculated to calm Tholomyes' improvisation; he emptied his glass, filled, refilled it, and began again:--
"Down with wisdom!
Forget all that I have said.
Let us be neither prudes nor prudent men nor prudhommes.
I propose a toast to mirth; be merry.
Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating!Indigestion and the digest.
Let Justinian be the male, and Feasting, the female!