Nay, truly will I not, my noble king.
Yea but, quoth Epistemon, you say nothing of her most dreadful cries and exclamations when she and we both saw the laurel-bough burn without yielding any noise or crackling.

You know it is a very dismal omen, an inauspicious sign, unlucky indice, and token formidable, bad, disastrous, and most unhappy, as is certified by Propertius, Tibullus, the quick philosopher Porphyrius, Eustathius on the Iliads of Homer, and by many others.

Verily, verily, quoth Panurge, brave are the allegations which you bring me, and testimonies of two-footed calves.

These men were fools, as they were poets; and dotards, as they were philosophers; full of folly, as they were of philosophy..