To-morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what fair country does this morrow lie,
That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this morrow live?
'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear
'Twill be both very old and very dear.
"To-morrow I will live," the fool does say:
To-day itself's too late;--the wise lived yesterday.
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Trust on and think To-morrow will repay;
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and while read more
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay;
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest
With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure read more
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.
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.
Live each day the fullest you can, not guaranteeing there'll be a tomorrow, not dwelling endlessly on yesterday.
Live each day the fullest you can, not guaranteeing there'll be a tomorrow, not dwelling endlessly on yesterday.
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.
Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to read more
There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to glow,
There's a flower about to blow;
There's a midnight blackness changing
Into gray;
Men of thought and men of action,
Clear the way.
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
