Lord! who hath praise enough?
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.
Who doth his owne businesse, foules not his hands.
Skill and confidence are an unconquered army.
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.