To Return To Our Wethers. -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book I, Chap.

To return to our wethers.
-- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553)
-- Works, Book i, Chap. i, n, 2

I drink no more than a sponge. -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book i, Chap. v
Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston. -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book i, Chap.
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By robbing Peter he paid Paul, -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book i, Chap. xi
Corn is the sinews of war. -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book i, Chap. xlvi
He always looked a given horse in the mouth. -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book i, Chap.
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He laid him squat as a flounder. -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book i, Chap. xxvii
How well I feathered my nest. -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book ii, Chap. xvii
I believe he would make three bites of a cherry. -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book v, Chap.
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I 'll go his halves. -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book iv, Chap. xxiii