By chance came by, and call'd out, "Brother!
My share I claim;" he shews the prize;
"Fortune would favour us," he cries;
"Her bounty comes, alas, too late,
A comb is for a younger pate."
Your lives in idle projects past,
Thus, fools, you will complain at last.
Source: Boothby - Phaedrus 5.6.