He Complaines Wrongfully On The Sea That

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself.

He Plaies Well That Winnes. [he Plays Well That Wins.]

He That Will Enter Into Paradise, Must Have A Good Key.

Ill Comes In By Ells, And Goes Out By Inches.

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.