The covetous man is ever in want.
Who's started has half finished.
Rains driven by storms fall not perpetually on the land already sodden, neither do varying gales for ever disturb the Caspian sea.
My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied.
Those who covet much suffer from the want.
Enjoy the present day, trust the least possible to the future.