He was badly hurt many times but seems to have nine lives.

Nature is unable to repair the extensive injury.

But ſee the Sunne in ruſſet mantle clad, / Walkes ore the deaw of yon hie mountaine top, […] In the First Folio (1623), the passage reads: But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, / Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.

About the same, wherever you go, he agreed. Um, I said.