MARTIAL, attributed, Day's Collacon
Tomorrow you will live, you always cry;
In what fair country does this morrow lie,
That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this morrow live?
'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear
'Twill be both very old and very dear.
"To-morrow I will live," the fool does say:
To-day itself's too late; the wise lived yesterday.
Thou art the cause, O reader, of my dwelling on lighter topics, when I would rather handle serious ones.