The only things of certainty are Death and Taxes.
Half-wits talk much, but say little.
Snowy winter, a plentiful harvest.
It is a bad temper of mind that takes delight in opposition.
Don't think so much of your own Cunning, as to forget other Men's; a Cunning Man is overmatched by a cunning Man and a Half.
After three days men grow weary, of a wench, a guest, and weather rainy.