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cted the pursuit of his field-sports, and eventhe anant of his property; and to such a pitch did hisearness and fatuation go that he ld any an acre oftillaland to buy books of chivalry to read, and brought ho as anyof the as he uld t but of all there were none he liked wellas those of the fao feliciano de silva&039;s position, for theircidity of style and plicated nceits were as pearls hissight, particularly when his readg he ca upon urtships andcartels, where he often found passas like &ot;the rean of theunrean with which y rean is afflicted weakens y rean thaith rean i urur at your beauty;&ot; or aga, &ot;the high heavens,that of your divity dively fortify you with the stars, renderyou deservg of the desert your greatness deserves&ot; over nceits ofthis rt the poor ntlean lost his wits, and ed to lie awakestrivg to understand the and wor the ang out of the; whataristotle hiself uld not have ade out or extracted had he eto life aga for that special purpose he was not at all easy aboutthe wounds which don belianis gave and took, becae it seed tohi that, great as were the surons who had cured hi, he t havehad his face and body vered all over with seas and scars hended, however, the author&039;s way of endg his book with theproise of that terable adventure, and any a ti was he teptedto take up his pen and fish it properly as is there proposed,which no doubt he would have done, and ade a suessful piece of workof it too, had not greater and ore abrbg thoughts prevented hi