After three days men grow weary, of a wench, a guest, and weather rainy

Fish and guests stink in three days

Grief for a dead Wife, and a troublesome Guest, Continues to the threshold, and there is at rest; But I mean such wives as are none of the best

We had an unwelcome guest here at the park named Wilma and because of her we haven't been able to entertain any other guests since. All of that changes tomorrow.

After three days men grow weary, of a wench, a guest, and weather rainy.

Like a man travelling in foggy weather, those at some distance before him on the road he sees wrapped up in the fog, as well as those behind him, and also the people in the fields on each side, but near him all appears clear, though in truth he is as much in the fog as any of them.