They Who Lose Today May Win Tomorrow.

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.

A Closed Mouth Catches No Flies.

Drink Moderately, For Drunkeness Neither Keeps A Secret, Nor Observes A Promise.

I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has Bred Contempt.

Treason Pleases, But Not The Traitor.