He who reads much and walks much, goes far and knows much.
Miguel de Cervantes
He who sings scares away his woes.
Sancho tried to amuse him and cheer him up by chatting to him, and said, among other things, what is recorded in the next chapter.
Your grace's words have been like manure spread on the barren ground of my dry and uncultivated mind.
But, all the same, it's a fine thing to go along waiting for what will happen next, crossing mountains, making your way through woods, climbing over cliffs, visiting castles, and putting up at inns free of charge, and the devil take the maravedi that is to pay.
Modesty, tis a virtue not often found among poets, for almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world.