La verité dans sa matière brute est plus fausse que la faux. - François Rabelais

There has been here from other countries a pack of I know not what overweening self-conceited prigs, as moody as so many mules and as stout as any Scotch lairds, and nothing would serve these, forsooth, but they must wilfully wrangle and stand out against us at their coming; and much they got by it after all. Troth, we e'en fitted them and clawed 'em off with a vengeance, for all they looked so big and so grum. Pray tell me, does your time lie so heavy upon you in your world that you do not know how to bestow it better than in thus impudently talking, disputing, and writing of our sovereign lady?

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

By robbing Peter he paid Paul, … and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall.