Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.