The very remembrance of my former misfortune proves a new one to me.
Sing away sorrow, cast away care.
Since Don Quixote de la Mancha is a crazy fool and a madman, and since Sancho Panza, his squire, knows it, yet, for all that, serves and follows him, and hangs on these empty promises of his, there can be no doubt that he is more of a madman and a fool than his master.
Can we ever have too much of a good thing?
Tis an old saying, the Devil lurks behind the cross. All is not gold that glitters. From the tail of the plough, Bamba was made King of Spain; and from his silks and riches was Rodrigo cast to be devoured by the snakes.
Old, that’s an affront no woman can well bear.
Let every man mind his own business.
Little said is soon amended.
Let me leap out of the frying-pan into the fire; or, out of God’s blessing into the warm sun.
My memory is so bad that many times I forget my own name.
When a man says, “Get out of my house! what would you have with my wife?” there is no answer to be made.
Journey over all the universe in a map, without the expense and fatigue of traveling, without suffering the inconveniences of heat, cold, hunger, and thirst.
Let us not throw the rope after the bucket.
I can tell where my own shoe pinches me.
Spare your breath to cool your porridge.
Once a woman parts with her virtue, she loses the esteem even of the man whose vows and tears won her to abandon it.
Now blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep. It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak.
It is past all controversy that what costs dearest is, and ought to be, most valued.
Translation from one language to another is like viewing a piece of tapestry on the wrong side where though the figures are distinguishable yet there are so many ends and threads that the beauty and exactness of the work is obscured.
The treason pleases, but the traitors are odious.