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| One to-day is worth two to-morrows. Benjamin Franklin. | 1 |
| To-morrow life is too late: live to-day. Martial. | 2 |
| Be wise to-day; tis madness to defer. Young. | 3 |
| To-day is always different from yesterday. Alexander Smith. | 4 |
| We know nothing of to-morrow; our business is to be good and happy to-day. S. Smith. | 5 |
| Again he limiteth a certain day, saying in David, To-day, after so long a time; as it is said, To-day if ye will hear his voice harden not your hearts. Bible. | 6 |
| | Then what is the use of repining? |
| For where theres a will theres a way. |
| To-morrow the sun may be shining |
| Although it is cloudy to-day. |
Old Song. | 7 |
| | To-day is yesterday returned; returned |
| Full-powered to cancel, expiate, raise, adorn, |
| And reinstate us on the rock of peace: |
| Let it not share its predecessors fate, |
| Nor like its elder sisters die a fool. |
Young. | 8 |
| | So here hath been dawning |
| Another blue day. |
| Think wilt thou let it |
| Slip useless away? |
| Out of eternity |
| This new day is born; |
| Into eternity |
| At night will return. |
| Behold it aforetime |
| No eye ever did; |
| So soon it for ever |
| From all eyes is hid. |
Carlyle. | 9 |
| | A liberal worlding, gay philosopher |
| Art thou that liftst thy young and yellow head |
| Oer the dim burial of the scarce-cold dead, |
| Building above thy brothers sepulchre |
| A home of love, that sense might almost err, |
| Dreaming thine end therein to woo and wed |
| The flower-haired earth forever. Yet the red |
| In yonder West may well such dreams deter! |
| Yes, thou all-haild to-day, whose outstretched hand |
| Scatters loose riches on a bankrupt land |
| Even though thou art but a leaf from off the tree |
| Of yellowing time;a grain of glistening sand, |
| Dashed from the waters of that unsailed sea |
| Where thou to-night shall sink, and I as soon may be. |
Blanchard. | 10 |
| | Thou art no dreamer, O thou stern To-day! |
| The dead past had its dreams; the real is thine. |
Julia C. R. Dorr. | 11 |
| | What dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day, |
| That comest oer the mountains with swift feet? |
Julia C. R. Dorr. | 12 |
| | Our cares are all To-day, our joys are all To-day; |
| And in one little word, our life, what is it butTo-day? |
Tupper. | 13 |
| Why shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow about to-morrow, my heart? Paul Flemming. | 14 |
| Every hour comes with some little fagot of Gods will fastened upon its back. F. W. Faber. | 15 |
| Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us! Longfellow. | 16 |
| Out of eternity this new day is born; into eternity at night will return. Carlyle. | 17 |
| Happy the man, and happy he alonehe who can call to-day his own. Dryden. | 18 |
| To-morrow comes, and we are where? Then let us live to-day. Schiller. | 19 |
| To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Dryden. | 20 |
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| Days that need borrow no part of their good morrow from a forespent night of sorrow. Crashaw. | 21 |
| It is when to-morrows burden is added to the burden of to-day that the weight is more than a man can bear. George MacDonald. | 22 |
| | To-day is ours; what do we fear? |
| To-day is ours; we have it here. |
| Lets treat it kindly, that it may |
| Wish, at least, with us to stay. |
| Lets banish business, banish sorrow; |
| To the gods belongs to-morrow. |
Cowley. | 23 |
| Let the days work be done as its hours are passing. Let not the opportunity that is so fleeting, yet so full, pass neglected away. Frothingham. | 24 |
| Often do the spirits of great events stride on before the events; and in to-day already walks to-morrow. Coleridge. | 25 |
| | To-day alone, I count my own, |
| For God alone doth know, |
| Where I shall be, when oer the lea, |
| The morrows sun doth glow. |
Chas. Noel Douglas. | 26 |
| | Nothing that is can pause or stay; |
| The moon will wax, the moon will wane, |
| The mist and cloud will turn to rain, |
| The rain to mist and cloud again, |
| To-morrow be to-day. |
Longfellow. | 27 |
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