Maxioms by Cervantes (miguel De Cervantes Saavedra)
Thank you for nothing.
Thank you for nothing.
As ill-luck would have it.
As ill-luck would have it.
But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the
countryman, who looked for his ass while he read more
But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the
countryman, who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his
back.
Let the worst come to the worst.
Let the worst come to the worst.
My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as
marble to retain.
My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as
marble to retain.
