Till months and years behold the task undone,

Which, still beginning, never is begun.

Just as the hinder of two chariot wheels

Still presses closely on its fellow’s heels;

So flies to-morrow, while you fly so fast,

For ever following, and for ever last.

Howes, from Persius.

To-morrow, didst thou say?

Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow.

Go to—I will not hear of it—To-morrow!