Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, / The bridal of the earth and sky.
Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney.
Although the sun shine, leave not thy cloake at home.
The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not ripe.
Who will sell the Cow, must say the word.
Who hath no head, needes no heart.