Words and feathers the wind carries away.
To a close shorn sheep, God gives wind by measure.
A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire.
As flames do work and wind when they ascend, So did I weave myself into the sense.
You cannot make a windmill go with a pair of bellows.
You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes.
To a fair day open the window, but make you ready as to a foule.
Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.
Corn is cleaned with wind, and the Soul with chastening
To a crazy ship, all winds are contrary.
The wind in ones face makes one wise.