Death keeps no calendar.
Great business turns on a little pin.
Hee a beast doth die, that hath done no good to his country.
Who letts his wife goe to every feast, and his horse drinke at every water, shall neither have good wife nor good horse.
Grasp not at much, for fear thou losest all.
To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.