No Clock Is More Regular Than The

All's Well In The End, If You've Only The Patience To Wait.

Ha! For A Divine And Lordly Manor, There Is Nothing Like Solid Ground.

There Is No Truer Cause Of Unhappiness Amongst Men Than, Where Naturally Expecting Charity And Benevolence, They Receive Harm And Vexation.

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.

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.