O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.

Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

We see which way the stream of time doth run.

Haste is needful in a desperate case.

He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.

I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come