Because the Past glides onward without end,
Engulfing our To-day and our Hereafter,
We'd greet This Day, or Next, with careless
laughter
As 'twere the Past, and so our fortunes mend.
Too weak are we, too diligent in doubt,
This fiend with sage philosophy to flout;
When all his lawful issue fail his need,
Fear doth with harlot Fancy quickly breed
Frenzy, to put Tranquillity to rout.