Poets From Spain

"After meat comes mustard; or, like money to a starving man at sea, when there are no victuals to be bought with it."

"Thank you for nothing."

"Sing away sorrow, cast away care."

"Experience, the universal Mother of Sciences."

"Sure as a gun."

"Give me but that, and let the world rub; there I'll stick."

"I tell thee, that is Mambrino's helmet."

"Now had Aurora displayed her mantle over the blushing skies, and dark night withdrawn her sable veil."

"The more thou stir it, the worse it will be."

"I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt."

"Why do you lead me a wild-goose chase?"

"Ill luck, you know, seldom comes alone."

"That's the nature of women ... not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not."

"Fear is sharp-sighted, and can see things underground, and much more in the skies."

"You are come off now with a whole skin."

"Let the worst come to the worst."

"You're leaping over the hedge before you come to the stile."

"Bell, book, and candle."

"You are taking the wrong sow by the ear."

"Let me leap out of the frying-pan into the fire; or, out of God's blessing into the warm sun."

"Plain as the nose on a man's face."

"Didn't I tell you, Don Quixote, sir, to turn back, for they were not armies you were going to attack, but flocks of sheep?"

"To give the devil his due."

"Acontece tener un padre un hijo feo y sin gracia alguna, y el amor que le tiene le pone una venda en los ojos para que no vea sus faltas, antes las juzga por discreciones y lindezas y las cuenta a sus amigos por agudezas y donaires."

"By a small sample we may judge of the whole piece."

"Which I have earned with the sweat of my brows."

"As ill-luck would have it."

"Y así, del poco dormir y del mucho leer, se le secó el cerebro, de manera que vino a perder el juicio."

"En un lugar de la Mancha, de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme, no hace mucho tiempo que vivía un hidalgo de los de lanza en astillero, adarga antigua, rocín flaco y galgo corredor."

"-->* They can expect nothing but their labour for their pains."

"-->* I was so free with him as not to mince the matter."

"...estás en tu casa, donde eres señor della, como el rey de sus alcabalas."

"He had a face like a benediction."

"Put you in this pickle."

"The brave man carves out his fortune, and every man is the son of his own works."