Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.