Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.
Leave the rest to the gods.
What does it avail you, if of many thorns only one be removed.
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
Had the crow only fed without cawing she would have had more to eat, and much less of strife and envy to contend with. [To noise abroad our success is to invite envy and competition.]