He that makes his bed ill, lies there.

He that makes his bed ill, lies there.

My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.

My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.

Slow rises worth by poverty depressed.

Slow rises worth by poverty depressed.

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Behold him in conceited circles sail,
Strutting and dancing and now planted stiff,
In all his pomp read more

Behold him in conceited circles sail,
Strutting and dancing and now planted stiff,
In all his pomp of pageantry, as if
He felt the eyes of Europe on his tail.

We are worthless fowl, hatched from unlucky eggs.

We are worthless fowl, hatched from unlucky eggs.

The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul.

The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul.

The child is father of the man.

The child is father of the man.