The perswasion of the fortunate swaies the doubtfull.
By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear. Dare to look in thy chest; for 'Tis thine own: And tumble up and down what thou findst there. Who cannot rest till he good fellows find, he breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.
There would be no great ones, if there were no little ones.
The tree that growes slowly, keepes it selfe for another.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
If you could runne, as you drinke, you might catch a hare.