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.

There is a time for some things, and a time for all things; a time for great things, and a time for small things.

He that will not when he may, When he would, he should have nay.

Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.

And thus being totally preoccupied, he rode so slowly that the sun was soon glowing with such intense heat that it would have melted his brains, if he'd had any.

Love not what you are but only what you may become.