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.