Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

All the learned and authentic fellows.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue But moody and dull melancholy, Kinsman to a grim and comfortless despair, And at her heels a huge infectious troop Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?