No Noble Man Ever Hated Good Wine.

In This Mortal Life, Nothing Is Blessed Throughout.

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.

There Is Nothing Holy Nor Sacred To Those Who Have Abandoned God And Reason In Order To Follow Their Perverse Desires.

Indeed, Said The Monk, A Mass, A Matins, And Vespers Well Rung Are Half-said.

I Am Going To Seek A Great Purpose, Draw The Curtain, The Farce Is Played.