The Scent Of Wine, Oh

I Have Already Related To You Great And Admirable Things; But, If You Might Be Induced To Adventure Upon The Hazard Of Believing Some Other Divinity Of This Sacred Pantagruelion, I Very Willingly Would Tell It You. Believe It, If You Will, Or Otherwise, Believe It Not, I Care Not Which Of Them You Do, They Are Both Alike To Me. It Shall Be Sufficient For My Purpose To Have Told You The Truth, And The Truth I Will Tell You.

The Dress Does Not Make The Monk. [fr., L'habit Ne Fait Le Moine.]

No Noble Man Ever Hated Good Wine.

If The Head Is Lost, All That Perishes Is The Individual; If The Balls Are Lost, All Of Human Nature Perishes.

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