In winter time, an ant was dragging forth from her hole, and drying, the grains which, in her foresight, she had collected during the summer. A grasshopper, being hungry, begged her to give him something: the ant replied: "What were you doing in summer?" The other said: "I had not leisure to think of the future: I was wandering through hedges and meadows, singing away." The ant laughing, and carrying back the grains, said: "Very well, you who were singing away in the summer, dance in the winter." 
Let the sluggard always labour at the proper time, lest when he has nothing, he beg in vain. 