Fair and softly goes far.
Miguel de Cervantes
From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.
He who has the good to his hand and chooses the bad, that the good he complains of may not come to him.
The landlord replied he had no chickens, for the kites had stolen them.
Thou knowest that my voice is sweet, That is if thou dost hear; And I am moulded in a form Somewhat below the mean.