The Farce Is Finished. I Go To

The Farce Is Finished. I Go To Seek A Vast Perhaps.

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.

Machination Is Worth More Than Force.

A Bellyful Is A Bellyful.

If You Say To Me: "master, It Would Seem That You Weren't Too Terribly Wise To Have Written These Bits Of Nonsense And Pleasant Mockeries," I Respond That You Are Hardly More So In Finding Amusement In Reading Them.