Leuconoe, close the book of fate,
For troubles are in store,
. . . .
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Leuconoe, close the book of fate,
For troubles are in store,
. . . .
Live today, tomorrow is not.

To-morrow, didst thou say?
Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow!
Go to--I will not hear it. To-morrow!
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To-morrow, didst thou say?
Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow!
Go to--I will not hear it. To-morrow!
'Tis a sharper--who stakes his penury
Against thy plenty--takes thy ready cash,
And pays thee naught but wishes, hopes, and promises,
The currency of idiots--injurious bankrupt,
That gulls the easy creditor!

To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.

To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.

Dreaming of a to-morrow, which to-morrow
Will be as distant then as 'tis to-day.
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Dreaming of a to-morrow, which to-morrow
Will be as distant then as 'tis to-day.
- Lope Felix de Vega Carpio ("Tome Burguillos"),

The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.

The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.

In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
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In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;
With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn,
While I carol away idle sorrow,
And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn,
Look forward with hope for to-morrow.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

After all, tomorrow is another day.

After all, tomorrow is another day.