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.
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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.
A shining isle in a stormy sea,
We seek it ever with smiles and sighs;
To-day is read more
A shining isle in a stormy sea,
We seek it ever with smiles and sighs;
To-day is sad. In the bland To-be,
Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
Of course, it's very easy to be witty tomorrow, after you get a chance to do some research and rehearse read more
Of course, it's very easy to be witty tomorrow, after you get a chance to do some research and rehearse your ad libs.
Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today.
Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today.
Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives read more
Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday.
One today is worth two tomorrows.
One today is worth two tomorrows.
Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.
Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.
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!
