"I should think," said Sancho, "that the thoughts that allow one to make verses cannot be of great consequence; let your worship string verses as much as you like and I'll sleep as much as I can;" and forthwith, taking the space of ground he required, he muffled himself up and fell into a sound sleep, undisturbed by bond, debt, or trouble of any sort.
-A mí me parece -respondió Sancho- que los pensamientos que dan lugar a hacer coplas no deben de ser muchos. Vuesa merced coplee cuanto quisiere, que yo dormiré cuanto pudiere.