I go to see a Greater Perhaps. - François Rabelais

The Devil was sick, — the Devil a monk would be; The Devil was well, — the devil a monk was he.

Panurge stood beside the galley with an oar in his hand, not to help the herdsmen but to prevent from from somehow clambering aboard and thus escaping their death, and all the while preached to them eloquently . . . with rhetorical flourishes about the miseries of this world and the blessings of the next, affirming that those who had passed on to that place were happier than those who lived on in this vale of tears.

Je n'ai rien vaillant; je dois beaucoup; je donne le reste aux pauvres.