In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and
your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads to the
palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the
plow. Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees not the same tree
that a wise man sees. He whose face gives no light, shall never become a
star. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has
no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock