When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near

When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.

A certain amount of distrust is wholesome, but not so much of others as of ourselves; neither vanity not conceit can exist in the same atmosphere with it.

When desperate ills demand a speedy cure, Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.

Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.