The painter Orbaneja of Ubeda, if he chanced to draw a cock, he wrote under it, 'This is a cock,' lest the people should take it for a fox.

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?

Many count their chickens before they are hatched; and where they expect bacon, meet with broken bones.

Well, now, there's a remedy for everything except death.