“For God’s sake, Sancho, no more proverbs!” exclaimed Don Quixote; “it seems to me thou art becoming sicut erat again; speak in a plain, simple, straightforward way, as I have often told thee, and thou wilt find the good of it.” 985

“I don’t know what bad luck it is of mine,” said Sancho, “but I can’t utter a word without a proverb, or a proverb that is not as good as an argument to my mind; however, I mean to mend if I can;” and so for the present the conversation ended.