Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;
I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I too late
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
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Cease not to learn until thou cease to live;
Think that day lost wherein thou draw'st no letter,
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Cease not to learn until thou cease to live;
Think that day lost wherein thou draw'st no letter,
To make thyself learneder, wiser, better.
[Fr., Jusqu'au cercuil (mon fils) vueilles apprendre,
Et tien perdu le jour qui s'est passe,
Si tu n'y as quelque chose ammasse,
Pour plus scavant et plus sage te rendre.]
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want read more
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday
In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.
Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day.
Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day.
Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth.
Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth.
So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
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So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip useless away?
Out of eternity
This new day is born,
Into eternity
At night will return.
