Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Thou wilt find rest from vain fancies if thou doest every act in life as though it were thy last.
Life is not to be expended in vain regrets. No day, no hour, comes but brings in its train work to be performed for some useful end - the suffering to be comforted, the wandering led home, the sinner reclaimed. Oh! How can any fold the hands to rest and say to the spirit, 'Take thine ease, for all is well!'
I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.
When ambitious desires arise in thy heart, recall the days of extremity thou has passed through.
Life lived for tomorrow will always be just a day away from being realized.
In seeking wisdom thou art wise; in imagining that thou hast attained it - thou art a fool.
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
Wit thou well that I will not live long after thy days.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!
And thou wilt give thyself relief, if thou doest every act of thy life as if it were the last.