Book iv

. Chap. lxii._

Whose cockloft is unfurnished.[772-6]

_Works. The Author's Prologue to the Fifth Book._

Speak the truth and shame the Devil.[772-7]

_Works. The Author's Prologue to the Fifth Book._

Plain as a nose in a man's face.[772-8]

_Works. The Author's Prologue to the Fifth Book._

Like hearts of oak.[773-1]

_Works. Prologue to the Fifth Book._

You shall never want rope enough.

_Works. Prologue to the Fifth Book._

Looking as like . . . as one pea does like another.[773-2]

_Works. Book v . Chapter ii._

Nothing is so dear and precious as time.[773-3]

_Works. Book v . Chapter v._

And thereby hangs a tale.[773-4]

_Works. Book v . Chapter iv._

It is meat, drink,[773-5] and cloth to us.

_Works. Book v . Chapter vii._

And so on to the end of the chapter.

_Works. Book v . Chapter x._

What is got over the Devil's back is spent under the belly.[773-6]

_Works. Book v . Chapter xi._

We have here other fish to fry.[773-7]

_Works. Book v . Chapter xii._

What cannot be cured must be endured.[773-8]

_Works. Book v . Chapter xv._

Thought I to myself, we shall never come off scot-free.

_Works. Book v . Chapter xv._

It is enough to fright you out of your seven senses.[773-9]

_Works. Book v . Chapter xv._

Necessity has no law.[773-10]

_Works. Book v . Chapter xv._

Panurge had no sooner heard this, but he was upon the high-rope.

_Works. Book v . Chapter xviii._

We saw a knot of others, about a baker's dozen.

_Works. Book v . Chapter xxii._

Others made a virtue of necessity.[773-11]

_Works. Book v . Chapter xxii._

Spare your breath to cool your porridge.[773-12]

_Works. Book v . Chapter xxviii._

I believe he would make three bites of a cherry.

_Works.