Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.
Sancho Panza by name is my own self, if I was not changed in my cradle.
Where one door shuts another opens.
Mere flimflam stories, and nothing but shams and lies.
Now blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep. It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak.
Everyone is as God has made him, and oftentimes a great deal worse.