Patch grief with proverbs.
Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and thenthere is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.
There's place and means for every man alive.
Every good servant does not all commands.
Would I were in an alehouse in London.