Between two stools one sits on the ground.
I am going to seek a great purpose, draw the curtain, the farce is played.
War begun without good provision of money beforehand for going through with it is but as a breathing of strength and blast that will quickly pass away. Coin is the sinews of war.
A little rain beats down a big wind. Long drinking bouts break open the tun(der).
No clock is more regular than the belly.
Giving words [is] an act of lovers.