I broke, cut, dented, and said and did
more than in the knight errant world;
I was skillful, I was brave and arrogant,
I avenged a thousand wrongs, a hundred thousand I undone.
Deeds I gave to fame that eternal;
I was restrained and gifted lover;
he was a dwarf for me all giant,
and to duel at any point I satisfied.
I had Fortune prostrate at my feet
and brought my sanity from the pompadour
to the bald occasion to the strict.
But, although on the horn of the moon
my fortune was always exalted,
your exploits I envy, oh, great Quixote!
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