Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
If a little labor, little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.