I know well enough that there have been dogs so loving that they have thrown themselves into the same grave with the dead bodies of their masters.
Digo, paciencia y barajar. What I say is, patience, and shuffle the cards.
The road to the inn is much better than the stay.
Fear has many eyes and can see things underground.
I have other fish to fry.
Nay, what is worse, perhaps turn poet, which, they say, is an infectious and incurable distemper.