Giglan and Govian (Gauvin) were poor swineherds.

Geoffrey with the great tooth was a tinder-maker and seller of matches.

Godfrey de Bouillon, a hood-maker. 
Jason was a bracelet-maker. 
Don Pietro de Castille, a carrier of indulgences. 
Morgan, a beer-brewer. 
Huon of Bordeaux, a hooper of barrels. 
Pyrrhus, a kitchen-scullion. 
Antiochus, a chimney-sweeper. 
Octavian, a scraper of parchment. 
Nerva, a mariner.

Pope Julius was a crier of pudding-pies, but he left off wearing there his great buggerly beard.

John of Paris was a greaser of boots. 
Arthur of Britain, an ungreaser of caps. 
Perce-Forest, a carrier of faggots. 
Pope Boniface the Eighth, a scummer of pots. 
Pope Nicholas the Third, a maker of paper. 
Pope Alexander, a ratcatcher. 
Pope Sixtus, an anointer of those that have the pox.

What, said Pantagruel, have they the pox there too?  Surely, said Epistemon, I never saw so many:  there are there, I think, above a hundred millions; for believe, that those who have not had the pox in this world must have it in the other.

Cotsbody, said Panurge, then I am free; for I have been as far as the hole of Gibraltar, reached unto the outmost bounds of Hercules, and gathered of the ripest.

Ogier the Dane was a furbisher of armour. 
The King Tigranes, a mender of thatched houses. 
Galien Restored, a taker of moldwarps. 
The four sons of Aymon were all toothdrawers. 
Pope Calixtus was a barber of a woman’s sine qua non. 
Pope Urban, a bacon-picker. 
Melusina was a kitchen drudge-wench. 
Matabrune, a laundress. 
Cleopatra, a crier of onions. 
Helen, a broker for chambermaids. 
Semiramis, the beggars’ lice-killer. 
Dido did sell mushrooms. 
Penthesilea sold cresses. 
Lucretia was an alehouse-keeper. 
Hortensia, a spinstress. 
Livia, a grater of verdigris.

After this manner, those that had been great lords and ladies here, got but a poor scurvy wretched living there below.  And, on the contrary, the philosophers and others, who in this world had been altogether indigent and wanting, were great lords there in their turn.  I saw Diogenes there strut it out most pompously, and in great magnificence, with a rich purple gown on him, and a golden sceptre in his right hand.  And, which is more, he would now and then make Alexander the Great mad, so enormously would he abuse him when he had not well patched his breeches; for he used to pay his skin with sound bastinadoes.  I saw Epictetus there, most gallantly apparelled after the French fashion, sitting under a pleasant arbour, with store of handsome gentlewomen, frolicking, drinking, dancing, and making good cheer, with abundance of crowns of the sun.  Above the lattice were written these verses for his device: 

  To leap and dance, to sport and play,
    And drink good wine both white and brown,
  Or nothing else do all the day
    But tell bags full of many a crown.