In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.
Miguel de Cervantes
Building castles in the air and making yourself a laughing-stock.
He spent whole days and nights over his books; and thus with little sleeping and much reading his brains dried up to such a degree that he lost the use of his reason.
The reason for the unreason with which you treat my reason , so weakens my reason that with reason I complain of your beauty.
The bow cannot always stand bent, nor can human frailty subsist without some lawful recreation.
I don't see what my arse has to do with enchantings!
Couldst thou find no other sort of punishment for these sinners but bearding them?
A little in ones own pocket is better than much in another mans purse.
Where there's music, there can be no evil.