We Must Not Stand Upon Trifles.

Faint Heart Ne'er Won Fair Lady.

Mere Flimflam Stories, And Nothing But Shams And Lies.

Three Things Too Much, And Three Too Little Are Pernicious To Man; To Speak Much, And Know Little; To Spend Much, And Have Little; To Presume Much, And Be Worth Little.

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.

By God And Upon My Conscience, Said The Devil, I Never Observed It, For My Mind Is Occupied With So Many Different Things That I Was Forgetting The Main Thing I Came About. This Demon Must Be An Honest Fellow And A Good Christian, Said Sancho; For If He Wasn't He Wouldn't Swear By God And His Conscience; I Feel Sure Now There Must Be Good Souls Even In Hell Itself.