Hee that lives ill, feare followes him.
Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill diet was the mother.
The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.
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.
Perversnes makes one squint ey'd.
Least at thine own things laugh.