Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra)

I am almost frightened out of my seven senses.

I am almost frightened out of my seven senses.

They can expect nothing but their labor for their pains.
- Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra),

They can expect nothing but their labor for their pains.
- Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra),

The pitcher goes so often to the fountain (that if gets broken).
[Sp., Tantas veces va el cantarillo a read more

The pitcher goes so often to the fountain (that if gets broken).
[Sp., Tantas veces va el cantarillo a la fuente.]

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which
only pleases the sight, but does read more

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which
only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections.
[Sp., No todas hermosuras enamoran, que algunas alegran la vista,
y no rinden la voluntad.]

The pen is the tongue of the mind.
[Sp., La pluma es lengua del alma.]

The pen is the tongue of the mind.
[Sp., La pluma es lengua del alma.]