I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told.

Patch Grief With Proverbs.

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.