Sancho Poor Panza

Sancho profligate Panza I know you as well as I know the back of my hand, spinnaker Quixote is billowing out  to enfold the pregnancies of the wind  the world's on its way not knowing its way, never knowing where it's going or why, no milling the wind, no willing the wind, o, poor Pancho your Don is resolute  o, poor Pancho, your Don is dissolute not kn…