When All Candles Be Out, All Cats

It's No Use Closing The Barn Door After The Horse Is Gone.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.

He Must Needes Go That The Dyvell Dryveth.

When The Devil Drives, Needs Must.

Never Look A Gift Horse In The Mouth.