This word no longer bears its original meaning.

[…]some diseases that are desperate: among which sort since mine is vnrecurable, I greeue to discouer it, knowing this, that all the Eloborus of Anticira, al the drugs, of India, all the gold in Ganges, cannot purge one dram of my melancholy, pacifie one fit of my feuor, nor buy me one ownce of content?

We need to sort out the problems we can solve from the ones we can't.

Occasionally, the enemy did have its dark appreciative commiserating sense of humor and imagine, had their own full share of shit-brained doghearted officers.