This line is taken from the poem written by François Villon, Les regrets de la belle Heaulmière (The Regrets of the Helmet-Makers Wife).
Villon, spent most of his life in trouble with the law and was eventually sentenced to be hanged in Paris 1463 after his part in a brawl. This sentence was eventually reduced to banishment, and Villon was never heard from again.
The title page of a play,The Mystery of Francois Villon, by François Vaucienne is shown on the right. The writer (real name Jeanne Battesti) had earlier written a play about Petrarch and Laura.