There's No To-Morrow, A FABLE imitated from Sir Roger L'Estrange. Anne Finch (née Kingsmill), countess of Winchilsea Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T94539 pp. 274-5 K076314.000 Winchilsea, Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of, 1661-1720. Miscellany poems, on several occasions: Written by the Right Honble Anne, Countess of Winchilsea. London printed for J. B. and sold by Benj. Tooke, William Taylor, and James Round 1713 pp. 32-33. [8],390p. ; 8⁰.

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There's No To-Morrow , A FABLE imitated from Sir Roger L'Estrange . TWO long had Lov'd , and now the Nymph desir'd , The Cloak of Wedlock , as the Case requir'd ; Urg'd that , the Day he wrought her to this Sorrow , He Vow'd , that he wou'd marry her To-Morrow . Agen he Swears , to shun the present Storm , That he , To-Morrow , will that Vow perform . The Morrows in their due Successions came ; Impatient still on Each , the pregnant Dame Urg'd him to keep his Word , and still he swore the same . When tir'd at length , and meaning no Redress , But yet the Lye not caring to confess , He for his Oath this Salvo chose to borrow , That he was Free , since there was no To-Morrow ; For when it comes in Place to be employ'd , 'Tis then To-Day ; To-Morrow's ne'er enjoy'd . The Tale's a Jest , the Moral is a Truth ; To-Morrow and To-Morrow , cheat our Youth : In riper Age , To-Morrow still we cry , Not thinking , that the present Day we Dye ; Unpractis'd all the Good we had Design'd ; There's No To-Morrow to a Willing Mind .