To a child all weather is cold.
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.
One slumber finds another.
The slothful is the servant of the counters.
The cholerick man never wants woe.
Much spends the traveller, more then the abider.