Step by step the ladder is ascended.
Good land, evill way.
Who likes not the drinke, God deprives him of bread.
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.
All are not merry that dance lightly.
Gossips are frogs, they drinke and talke.