Take heed of mad folks in a narrow place.
The gentle Hawke halfe mans her selfe.
Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.
He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea.
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.
The dark grave, which knows all secrets, can alone reclaim the fatal doubt once cast on a woman's name.