For if we lose the piot and liquor of the grape, we lose all, both sense and law.

If you restore them unto us at my request, I shall gain by it six basketfuls of sausages and a fine pair of breeches, which will do my legs a great deal of good, or else they will not keep their promise to me.

Ho by gob, Domine, a pair of breeches is good, et vir sapiens non abhorrebit eam.

Ha, ha, a pair of breeches is not so easily got; I have experience of it myself.
Consider, Domine, I have been these eighteen days in matagrabolizing this brave speech.

Reddite quae sunt Caesaris, Caesari, et quae sunt Dei, Deo.
Ibi jacet lepus.