"It could not be that," said Don Quixote, "but thou must have been suffering from cold in the head, or must have smelt thyself; for I know well what would be the scent of that rose among thorns, that lily of the field, that dissolved amber."
-No sería eso -respondió don Quijote-, sino que tú debías de estar romadizado, o te debiste de oler a ti mismo; porque yo sé bien a lo que huele aquella rosa entre espinas, aquel lirio del campo, aquel ámbar desleído.