But in this carnal strife and debate of yours have you obtained from God the gift and special grace of continency?
In good faith, not, quoth Panurge.

My counsel to you in that case, my friend, is that you marry, quoth Hippothadee; for you should rather choose to marry once than to burn still in fires of concupiscence.

Then Panurge, with a jovial heart and a loud voice, cried out, That is spoke gallantly, without circumbilivaginating about and about, and never hitting it in its centred point.

Gramercy, my good father! In truth I am resolved now to marry, and without fail I shall do it quickly.

I invite you to my wedding.