In solitude, be a multitude to thyself. Tibullus by all means use sometimes to be alone.

Almes never make poore.

Happier are the hands compast with yron, then a heart with thoughts.

Parsons are soules waggoners.

There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it.

Storms make the oak grow deeper roots.

Nothing dries sooner then a teare.