You cannot know the wine by the barrel

Women, wind and fortune are ever changing

Words and feathers the wind carries away

Words are but wind

Words are but wind, but seeing is believing

Words have wings, and cannot be recalled

Woe’s to them that have the cat’s dish, and she aye mewing

Women and wine, game and deceit, make the wealth small, and the wants great

Women are as wavering as the wind

Win your lawsuit and lose your money

Wine and wealth change wise men’s manners

Wine and wenches empty men’s purses

Wine is a turncoat

Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table

Winter is summer’s heir

Winter never rots in the sky

Who spits against the wind, it falls in his face

Time lost we cannot win

Time has wings

They must hunger in winter that will not work in summer

What lose on the swings you gain on the roundabouts

Weeds want no sowing

To cast prudence to the winds

To catch the wind with a net

To cast pearls before swine

There are lees to every wine

The wind in one’s face makes one wise

The wind cannot be caught in a net

The truth is in the wine

The tortoise wins the race while the hare is sleeping

The fly that plays too long in the candle, singes his wings at last

The charitable give out at the door, and God puts in at the window

The best wine comes out of an old vessel

Swine, women, and bees cannot be turned

Slow and sure [steady] wins the race

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