Nature Abhors A Vacuum.

Between Two Stools One Sits On The Ground.

Strike The Iron Whilst It Is Hot.

Against Fortune The Carter Cracks His Whip In Vain. [fr., Centre Fortune, La Diverse Un Chartier Rompit Nazardes Son Fouet.]

I Place No Hope In My Strength, Nor In My Works: But All My Confidence Is In God My Protector, Who Never Abandons Those Who Have Put All Their Hope And Thought In Him.

A Little Rain Beats Down A Big Wind. Long Drinking Bouts Break Open The Tun(der).