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ntless evils, and cankerwor of thevirtues! all the vices, sancho, brg kd of pleasure with the;but envy brgs nothg but irritation, bitterness, and ra&ot;

&ot; i say too,&ot; replied sancho; &ot;and i spect that lend orhistory of that the bachelor san carras told he saw, yhonour goes dragd the dirt, knocked about, up and down,sweepg the streets, as they say and yet, on the faith of anhonest an, i never spoke ill of any en插nter, and i a not welloff that i a to be envied; to be sure, i a rather sly, and i havea certa spice of the rogue ; but all is vered by the greatcloak of y siplicity, always natural and never acted; and if i hadno other rit save that i believe, as i always do, firly and truly god, and all the holy roan catholic church holds and believes, andthat i a a ortal eney of the jews, the historians ought to havercy on and treat well their writgs but let the say whatthey like; naked was i born, naked i fd yself, i neither lose na; nay, while i see yself put to a book and passed on frohand to hand over the world, i don&039;t care a fig, let the say whatthey like of &ot;

&ot;that, sancho,&ot; returned don ixote, &ot;reds of what happenedto a fao poet of our own day, who, havg written a bitter satireagast all the urtesan ladies, did not sert or na it acerta lady of who it was estionable whether 射 was one or not射, seeg 射 was not the list of the poet, asked hi what he hadseen her that he did not cde her the nuber of the others,tellg hi he t add t