It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.
Who shuts his hand has lost his gold, Who opens it hath it twice told.
Count not fowre except you have them in a wallett.
In a great River great fish are found, but take heede, lest you bee drowned.
But, indeed, the science of logic and the whole framework of philosophical thought men have kept since the days of Plato and Aristotle, has no more essential permanence as a final expression of the human mind, than the Scottish Longer Catechism.
For washing his hands, none sels his lands.