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| François Rabelais. (c. 1490–1553) (continued) |
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| 9216 |
| To return to our wethers. 1 |
| Works. Book i. Chap. i. n. 2. |
| 9217 |
| I drink no more than a sponge. |
| Works. Book i. Chap. v. |
| 9218 |
| Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston. 2 |
| Works. Book i. Chap. v. |
| 9219 |
| Thought the moon was made of green cheese. |
| Works. Book i. Chap. xi. |
| 9220 |
| He always looked a given horse in the mouth. 3 |
| Works. Book i. Chap. xi. |
| 9221 |
| By robbing Peter he paid Paul, 4 … and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall. 5 |
| Works. Book i. Chap. xi. |
| 9222 |
| He laid him squat as a flounder. |
| Works. Book i. Chap. xxvii. |
| 9223 |
| Send them home as merry as crickets. |
| Works. Book i. Chap. xxix. |
| 9224 |
| Corn is the sinews of war. 6 |
| Works. Book i. Chap. xlvi. |
| 9225 |
| How shall I be able to rule over others, that have not full power and command of myself? |
| Works. Book i. Chap. lii. |
| 9226 |
| Subject to a kind of disease, which at that time they called lack of money. |
| Works. Book ii. Chap. xvi. |
| 9227 |
| He did not care a button for it. |
| Works. Book ii. Chap. xvi. |
| 9228 |
| How well I feathered my nest. |
| Works. Book ii. Chap. xvii. |
| 9229 |
| So much is a man worth as he esteems himself. |
| Works. Book ii. Chap. xxix. |
| 9230 |
| A good crier of green sauce. |
| Works. Book ii. Chap. xxxi. |
| 9231 |
| Then I began to think that it is very true which is commonly said, that the one half of the world knoweth not how the other half liveth. |
| Works. Book ii. Chap. xxxii. |
| 9232 |
| This flea which I have in mine ear. |
| Works. Book iii. Chap. xxxi. |
| 9233 |
| You have there hit the nail on the head. 7 |
| Works. Book iii. Chap. xxxiv. |
| 9234 |
| Above the pitch, out of tune, and off the hinges. |
| Works. Book iv. Chap. xix. |
