The Farce Is Finished. I Go To

The Appetite Grows With Eating.

The Remedy For Thirst? It Is The Opposite Of The One For A Dog Bite: Run Always After A Dog, He'll Never Bite You; Drink Always Before Thirst, And It Will Never Overtake You.

We Will Take The Good-will For The Deed.

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.

If You Wish To Avoid Seeing A Fool, You Must First Break Your Mirror