El caballero andante sin amores es como arbol sin hojas y sin frutas o el cuerpo sin alma. - Miguel de Cervantes

I was born free, and that I might live in freedom I chose the solitude of the fields; in the trees of the mountains I find society, the clear waters of the brooks are my mirrors, and to the trees and waters I make known my thoughts and charms. I am a fire afar off, a sword laid aside. Those whom I have inspired with love by letting them see me, I have by words undeceived, and if their longings live on hope — and I have given none to Chrysostom or to any other — it cannot justly be said that the death of any is my doing, for it was rather his own obstinacy than my cruelty that killed him; and if it be made a charge against me that his wishes were honourable, and that therefore I was bound to yield to them, I answer that when on this very spot where now his grave is made he declared to me his purity of purpose, I told him that mine was to live in perpetual solitude, and that the earth alone should enjoy the fruits of my retirement and the spoils of my beauty; and if, after this open avowal, he chose to persist against hope and steer against the wind, what wonder is it that he should sink in the depths of his infatuation? If I had encouraged him, I should be false; if I had gratified him, I should have acted against my own better resolution and purpose. He was persistent in spite of warning, he despaired without being hated. Bethink you now if it be reasonable that his suffering should be laid to my charge. Let him who has been deceived complain, let him give way to despair whose encouraged hopes have proved vain, let him flatter himself whom I shall entice, let him boast whom I shall receive; but let not him call me cruel or homicide to whom I make no promise, upon whom I practise no deception, whom I neither entice nor receive. It has not been so far the will of Heaven that I should love by fate, and to expect me to love by choice is idle. Let this general declaration serve for each of my suitors on his own account, and let it be understood from this time forth that

History is in a manner a sacred thing, so far as it contains truth; for where truth is, the supreme Father of it may also be said to be, at least, inasmuch as concerns truth.

Poco desviados de allí hicieron alto estos tres carros, y cesó el enfadoso ruido de sus ruedas, y luego se oyó otro, no ruidoXVIII, sino un son de una suave y concertada música formado, con que Sancho se alegró, y lo tuvo a buena señal, y, así, dijo a la duquesa, de quien un punto ni un paso se apartaba: — Señora, donde hay música no puede haber cosa mala44. — Tampoco donde hay luces y claridad — respondió la duquesa.

A lo que replicó Sancho: — Luz da el fuego, y claridad las hogueras, como lo vemos en las que nos cercan y bien podría ser que nos abrasasen; pero la música siempre es indicio de regocijos y de fiestas.