Against Fortune The Carter Cracks His Whip

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

Strike The Iron Whilst It Is Hot.

In This Mortal Life, Nothing Is Blessed Throughout.

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.

To Laugh Is Proper To Man.