This wine is so good and delicious, that the more I drink thereof the more I am athirst.

I believe that the shadow of my master Pantagruel engendereth the altered and thirsty men, as the moon doth the catarrhs and defluxions.

At which word the company began to laugh, which Pantagruel perceiving, said, Panurge, what is that which moves you to laugh so?
Sir, said he, I was telling them that these devilish Turks are very unhappy in that they never drink one drop of wine, and that though there were no other harm in all Mahomet's Alcoran, yet for this one base point of abstinence from wine which therein is commanded, I would not submit myself unto their law.

But now tell me, said Pantagruel, how you escaped out of their hands.

By G--, sir, said Panurge, I will not lie to you in one word.
The rascally Turks had broached me upon a spit all larded like a rabbit, for I was so dry and meagre that otherwise of my flesh they would have made but very bad meat, and in this manner began to roast me alive.