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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.

Be Slow Of Tongue And Quick Of Eye.

I'll Turn Over A New Leaf.

Truth Indeed Rather Alleviates Than Hurts, And Will Always Bear Up Against Falsehood, As Oil Does Above Water.

The Ass Bears The Load, But Not The Overload.