Every path hath a puddle.

To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.

Ill vessels seldome miscarry.

I had rather ride on an ass that carries me than a horse that throws me.

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

To seek these things is lost labour; Geese in an oyle pot, fat Hogs among Jews, and Wine in a fishing net.

There is a remedy for every thing, could men find it.