What devil were able to overthrow such walls?
There is no metal like it to resist blows, in so far that, if culverin-shot should come to graze upon it, you would incontinently see distil from thence the blessed fruit of the great pox as small as rain.

Beware, in the name of the devils, and hold off.

Furthermore, no thunderbolt or lightning would fall upon it.
For why?
They are all either blest or consecrated.

I see but one inconveniency in it.

Ho, ho, ha, ha, ha! said Pantagruel, and what is that?
It is, that the flies would be so liquorish of them that you would wonder, and would quickly gather there together, and there leave their ordure and excretions, and so all the work would be spoiled.