I Owe Much; I Have Nothing; The

A Crier Of Green Sauce.

If In Your Soil It Takes, To Heaven A Thousand Thousand Thanks Be Given; And Say With France, It Goodly Goes, Where The Pantagruelion Grows.

I'd Gladly Do Without A Valet. I'm Never So Well Treated As When I'm Without A Valet.

When I Drink, I Think; And When I Think, I Drink.

Always Open All Gates And Roads To Your Enemies, And Rather Make For Them A Bridge Of Silver, To Get Rid Of Them. [fr., Ouvrez Toujours A Vos Ennemis Toutes Les Portes Et Chemin, Et Plutot Leur Faites Un Pont D'argent, Afin De Les Renvoyer.]