Maxioms by Cervantes (miguel De Cervantes Saavedra)
My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.
My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.
Many go out for wool, and come home shorn themselves.
Many go out for wool, and come home shorn themselves.
He who sings frightens away his ills.
[Sp., Quien canta, sus males espanta.]
He who sings frightens away his ills.
[Sp., Quien canta, sus males espanta.]
I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread
and butter of mine: Every man read more
I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread
and butter of mine: Every man for himself and God for us all.
Earned with the sweat of my brows.
Earned with the sweat of my brows.
