We must love, as looking one day to hate.
Hast comes not alone.
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.
That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe.
He that hath little is the lesse durtie.
To the counsel of fools a wooden bell.