A Crier Of Green Sauce.

One Should Never Pursue The Hazards Of Fortune To Their Very Ends Andit Behooves All Adventurers To Treat Their Good Luck With Reverence, Neither Bothering Nor Upsetting It.

Gargantua, At The Age Of Four Hundred Four Score And Forty- Four Years Begat His Son Pantagruel, From His Wife, Named Badebec, Daughter Of The King Of The Amaurotes In Utopia, Who Died In Child-birth: Because He Was Marvelously Huge And So Heavy That He Could Not Come To Light Without Suffocating His Mother.

The Scent Of Wine, Oh How Much More Agreeable, Laughing, Praying, Celestial And Delicious It Is Than That Of Oil!

I Build Only Living Stones--men.

The Probity That Scintillizes In The Superfices Of Your Persons Informs My Ratiocinating Faculty, In A Most Stupendous Manner, Of The Radiant Virtues Latent Within The Precious Caskets And Ventricles Of Your Minds.