Oh Senor" said the niece. "Your grace should send them to be burned (books), just like all the rest, because it's very likely that my dear uncle, having been cured of the chivalric disease, will read these and want to become a shepherd and wander through the woods and meadows singing and playing and, what would be even worse, become a poet, and that, they say, is an incurable and contagious disease.

I had rather munch a crust of brown bread and an onion in a corner, without any more ado, or ceremony, than feed upon turkey at another man's table.

The eyes those silent tongues of love.

Patience and shuffle the cards.

Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.

With life many things are remedied.

The eating. By a small sample we may judge of the whole piece.