todavía es consuelo en las desgracias hallar quien se duela dellas. - Miguel de Cervantes

Sir Knight of the Sorrowful Face, I cannot bear with patience some of the things your Grace says. They are enough to make me suspect that all you have told me about knighthood and winning kingdoms and empires, of bestowing islands and giving me other favors and honors according to the customs of chivalry must all be hot air and lies, and all a cock and bull story or cock and ball story or whatsoever you term it.

At least, Sancho, I want, because it is necessary, I say I want you to see me naked and performing one or two dozen mad acts, which will take me less than half an hour, because if you have seen them with your own eyes, you can safely swear to any others you might wish to add, and I assure you that you will not recount as many as I intend to perform.” “For the love of God, Señor, don’t let me see your grace naked, for that will make me feel so bad I won’t be able to stop crying,

Öyle bir dil kullanın ki hikayeniz bedbahtları eğlendirsin, neşeli olanların mutluluğunu arttırsın, bilgisizlere cahilliklerini hissettirmesin, ustalar ise yeniliklerinize hayran kalsın, ciddi kimseler hor görmesin, bilgeler övsün.