By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear.

In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.

The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.

The wolfe eats oft of the sheep that have been warn'd.

One foole makes a hundred.

Sum up at night what thou hast done by day.

Everyone thinks his sack heaviest.