God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens, and to rivers foords.
Wine ever paies for his loding.
Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.
He that is once borne, once must dy.
Hee that will deceive the fox, must rise betimes.
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.