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One today is worth two tomorrows.
One today is worth two tomorrows.
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.
 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. 
 To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,
 Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,
  And tremble to be happy with read more 
 To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,
 Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,
  And tremble to be happy with the rest."
   And I make answer: "I am satisfied;
    I dare not ask; I know not what is best;
     God hath already said what shall betide." 
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.
 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! 
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
 Leuconoe, close the book of fate,
 For troubles are in store,
  . . . .
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 Leuconoe, close the book of fate,
 For troubles are in store,
  . . . .
   Live today, tomorrow is not. 
 Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
 And through the opening door that time unlocks
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 Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
 And through the opening door that time unlocks
  Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.