Thank You For Nothing.

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.

Delay Always Heeds Danger.

He Who Gives Early Gives Twice.

Let The Worst Come To The Worst.

What A Man Has, So Much He Is Sure Of.