The slacker does not plow during planting season; at harvest time he looks, and there is nothing.
The desire, which is accomplished, is sweet to the soul.
Love is strong as the Death; jealousies are as cruel as the tomb.
That, who keeps his mouth, keeps his Soul.
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun
A good name is better than precious ointment.