But now I see well the old proverb is true: That parish priest forgetteth that ever he was a clerk!
And death makes equal the high and low.
If you will call your troubles experiences, and remember that every experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow vigorous and happy, however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.
It's no use closing the barn door after the horse is gone.
Love me litle, love me long.
Never look a gift horse in the mouth.