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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others,
dies in ignorance of himself.
Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others,
dies in ignorance of himself.
But, oh! the love that gold must crown!
But, oh! the love that gold must crown!
We are not born for ourselves alone.
We are not born for ourselves alone.
Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.
Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.
Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.
Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.
No day is wholly unproductive of good.
No day is wholly unproductive of good.
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
