He that makes his bed ill, lies there.

He that makes his bed ill, lies there.

The mind still longs for what it has missed, and loses itself in
the contemplation of the past.

The mind still longs for what it has missed, and loses itself in
the contemplation of the past.

The wind in ones face makes one wise.

The wind in ones face makes one wise.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Evening words are not like to morning.

Evening words are not like to morning.

Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're
a good man, you're a wonder!

Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're
a good man, you're a wonder!

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

The absent partie is still faultie.

The absent partie is still faultie.

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate read more

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire.