The devil take me, said Friar John,--I'll go his halves, quoth Panurge,--if the close of Seville had not been all gathered, vintaged, gleaned, and destroyed, if I had only sung contra hostium insidias (matter of breviary) like all the rest of the monking devils, and had not bestirred myself to save the vineyard as I did, despatching the truant picaroons of Lerne with the staff of the cross.
Let her sink or swim a God's name, said Panurge, all's one to Friar John; he doth nothing; his name is Friar John Do-little; for all he sees me here a-sweating and puffing to help with all my might this honest tar, first of the name .-- Hark you me, dear soul, a word with you; but pray be not angry.
How thick do you judge the planks of our ship to be?
Some two good inches and upwards, returned the pilot; don't fear.

Ods-kilderkins, said Panurge, it seems then we are within two fingers' breadth of damnation.
Is this one of the nine comforts of matrimony?
Ah, dear soul, you do well to measure the danger by the yard of fear.

For my part, I have none on't; my name is William Dreadnought.

As for heart, I have more than enough on't.

I mean none of your sheep's heart; but of wolf's heart--the courage of a bravo.