The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.

We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.

It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.

There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.

Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.