To-morrow I will live, the fool does say;
To-day itself’s too late, the wise lived yesterday.
Cowley.
To-morrow!
That fatal mistress of the young, the lazy,
The coward and the fool, condemned to lose
An useless life in waiting for to-morrow,
Till interposing death destroys the prospect:
Strange! that this general fraud, from day to day,
Should fill the world with wretches undetected.