Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrell to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.

To a crazy ship, all winds are contrary.

None is offended but by himselfe.

A shippe and a woman are ever repairing.

Hee that hath charge of soules transports them not in bundles.

None is borne Master.

Foolish tongues talke by the dozen.