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Miguel de Cervantes
QUOTATION: The Knight of the Doleful Countenance.
QUOTATION: Every man is the son of his own works.
QUOTATION: Mere flim-flam stories, and nothing but shams and lies.
QUOTATION: Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within.
QUOTATION: A private sin is not so prejudicial in this world, as a public
QUOTATION: There is nothing so subject to the inconstancy of fortune
QUOTATION: Delay always breeds danger; and to protract a great design
is often to ruin it.
QUOTATION: I do not say a proverb is amiss when aptly and reasonably
applied, but to be forever discharging them, right or wrong, hit or miss,
renders conversation insipid and vulgar.
QUOTATION: Modesty, tis a virtue not often found among poets, for
almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world.
QUOTATION: When the severity of the law is to be softened, let pity,
not bribes, be the motive.
QUOTATION: Virtue is the truest nobility.
QUOTATION: What I say is, patience, and shuffle the cards.
QUOTATION: A closed mouth catches no flies.
QUOTATION: Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies;
runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and
sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning
it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night
which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist
QUOTATION: He ... had a face like a blessing.
QUOTATION: Theres no taking trout with dry breeches.
QUOTATION: Tis a dainty thing to command, though twere but
a flock of sheep.
QUOTATION: Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep;
and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a
clown; alls fish that comes to his net; he throws at all, and sweeps
stakes; hes no mower that takes a nap at noon- day, but drives on,
fair weather or foul, and cuts down the green grass as well as the ripe
corn: hes neither squeamish nor queesy-stomachd, for he swallows
without chewing, and crams down all things into his ungracious maw; and
tho you can see no belly he has, he has a confounded dropsy, and
thirsts after mens lives, which he guggles down like mothers