To morrow you will Live, you always cry; In what far Country does this morrow lye, That 'tis so mighty long 'ere it arrive? Beyond the Indies does this Morrow live? 'Tis so far fetcht this Morrow, that I fear 'Twill be both very Old and very Dear. To morrow I will live, the Fool does say; To Day it self's too Late, the wise liv'd Yesterday. |