Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying: And this >>
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that >>
If a little labor, little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according >>
The essence of man is, discontent, divine discontent; a sort of love w >>
He that is discontented in one place will seldom be content in another >>
Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation. >>
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.