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 TO-DAY TO-MORROW

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Lastly, the ashes left behind, May daily show to move the mind, That to ashes and dust return we must: Then think, and drink tobacco. G. W. Probably George Withers, in MS. of 17th. Cent, owned by J. Payne Collier. Printed in My Little Book of Songs and Bailads from Ancient Musick Books MS. (1851) "Drink tobacco" means drinking in, or smoking. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Erskine) TO-DAY | seealso = (See also {{sc|To-morrow) Out of Eternity The new Day is born; Into Eternity At night will return. Carlyle—To-day. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 806 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay. Let's banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belongs to-morrow. Abraham Cowley—Anacreontique. The Epicure. L. 7. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 806 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = To-morrow let my sun his beams display, Or in clouds hide them : I have lived to-day. Abraham Cowley—A Vote. Last lines. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Dryden}}) | topic = | page = 806 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a forewent night of sorrow. Richard Crashaw—Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress. St. 27. What dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day, That comest o'er the mountains with swift feet? Julia C R. Dorr—To-Day. Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have kVd to-day. Dryden—Imitation of Horace. Bk. III. Ode XXIX. L. 66. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Cowley}}, also {{sc|Smith}} under {{sc|Eating}}) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 806 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Die Gegenwart ist eine machtige Gottin. The present is a powerful deity. Goethe—Torquato Tasso. IV. 4. 67. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 806 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The acts of to-day become the precedents of to-morrow. F. Herschell—Speech in support of Loud Harrington's resolution, May 23, 1878. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 806 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = What yesterday was fact to-day is doctrine. Junius. Dedication of his Letters. u 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. | author = Longfellow | work = Keramos. L. 34. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 806 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = Oh, the nursery is lonely and the garden's full of rain, And there's nobody at all who wants to play, But I think if I should only run with all my might and main, I could leave this dreary country of To-day. Caroline McCormick—Road to Yesterday. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 806 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = To-day what is there in the air That makes December seem sweet May? There are no swallows anywhere, Nor crocuses to crown your hair. And hail you down my garden way. Last night the full moon's frozen stare Struck me, perhaps; or did you say Really—you'd come, sweet Friend and fair! To-day? Theophtt.e Marzials—Rondel. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 806 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Rise! for the day is passing, And you lie dreaming on; The others have buckled their armour, And forth to the fight have gone: A place in the ranks awaits you, Each man has some part to play; The Past and the Future are nothing, In the face of the stern To-day. Adelaide Procter—Legends and Lyrics. TO-MORROW Dreaming of a to-morrow, which to-morrow Will be as distant then as 'tis to-day. Tome Burguillos—To-morrow, and To-morrow. John Bowrtng's trans. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 806 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = How oft my guardian angel gently cried, "Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee!" And, O! how often to that voice of sorrow, "To-morrow we will open," I replied, And When the morrow came I answered still, "To-morrow." | author = Lore de Vega | note = To-morrow—Longfellow's trans. L. 9. | topic = | page = 806 }}