In French books I have seen more than once,—
"Ne me prend pas;
On te pendra."
An on the fly-leaf of a Bible,—
"Could we with ink the ocean fill,
Were ev'ry stalk on earth a quill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
And ev'ry man a scribe by trade,
To tell the love of God alone
Would drain the ocean dry.