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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. 
The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow.
The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow.
 Dreaming of a to-morrow, which to-morrow
 Will be as distant then as 'tis to-day.
   - Lope read more 
 Dreaming of a to-morrow, which to-morrow
 Will be as distant then as 'tis to-day.
   - Lope Felix de Vega Carpio ("Tome Burguillos"), 
 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. 
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
 Some say "to-morrow" never comes,
 A saying oft thought right;
  But if to-morrow never came,
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 Some say "to-morrow" never comes,
 A saying oft thought right;
  But if to-morrow never came,
   No end were of "to-night."
    The fact is this, time flies so fast,
     That e'er we've time to say
      "To-morrow's come," presto! behold!
       "To-morrow" proves "To-day." 
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived 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. 
 Oh! to be wafted away
 From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
  Where the dust of an earthy read more 
 Oh! to be wafted away
 From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
  Where the dust of an earthy to-day
   Makes the earth of a dusty to-morrow.