For my eightieth year warns me to pack up my baggage before I leave life.
What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.
He who flees at the right time can fight again.
Not all who own a harp are harpers.
He who overlooks a healthy spot for the site of his house is mad and ought to be handed over to the care of his relations and friends.
The longest part of the journey is said to be the passing of the gate.