By the worthy wrath of God, I begin to be angry.

This campanilian oracle fretteth me to the guts,--a March hare was never in such a chafe as I am.

O how I am vexed! You monks and friars of the cowl-pated and hood-polled fraternity, have you no remedy nor salve against this malady of graffing horns in heads?
Hath nature so abandoned humankind, and of her help left us so destitute, that married men cannot know how to sail through the seas of this mortal life and be safe from the whirlpools, quicksands, rocks, and banks that lie alongst the coast of Cornwall.
I will, said Friar John, show thee a way and teach thee an expedient by means whereof thy wife shall never make thee a cuckold without thy knowledge and thine own consent.

Do me the favour, I pray thee, quoth Panurge, my pretty, soft, downy cod; now tell it, billy, tell it, I beseech thee.

Take, quoth Friar John, Hans Carvel's ring upon thy finger, who was the King of Melinda's chief jeweller.