While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.
Przedwiośnie (seedtime in English translation), by Stefan Żeromski.
The law of seedtime in life is just as firmly fixed as are the seedtime and harvest of nature.
Events burst forth in spring that have been hidden since their seedtime.
The sinner hates the thought; he would that his entire life be a seedtime; but it cannot be.
How can we expect a harvest of thought who have not a seedtime of character?
The seedtime of life is too short, and its hours are too few, to spend in baffling detraction.
But in the few precious weeks of seedtime, every day, every hour is of moment.
The tempter's seedtime had arrived, the ground was ready, and the seed was sown.
Everything else has changed, but seedtime and harvest still remain.