You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.

You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.

To-morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what fair country does this morrow lie,
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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.

Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.

Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.

Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today.

Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today.

To-morrow is, ah, whose?

To-morrow is, ah, whose?

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

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!

Light tomorrow with today.

Light tomorrow with today.