TO-MORROW
.
By
the
Same
.
Pereunt
et
Imputantur
.
TO-morrow
,
didst
thou
say
!
Methought
I
heard
Horatio
say
,
To-morrow
.
Go
to
—
I
will
not
hear
of
it
—
To-morrow
!
'Tis
a
sharper
,
who
stakes
his
penury
Against
thy
plenty
—
who
takes
thy
ready
cash
,
And
pays
thee
nought
but
wishes
,
hopes
,
and
promises
,
The
currency
of
ideots
.
—
Injurious
bankrupt
,
That
gulls
the
easy
creditor
!
—
To-morrow
!
It
is
a
period
no
where
to
be
found
In
all
the
hoary
registers
of
Time
,
Unless
perchance
in
the
fool's
calendar
.
Wisdom
disclaims
the
word
,
nor
holds
society
With
those
who
own
it
.
No
,
my
Horatio
,
'Tis
Fancy's
child
,
and
Folly
is
its
father
;
Wrought
of
such
stuff
as
dreams
are
;
and
baseless
As
the
fantastic
visions
of
the
evening
.
But
soft
,
my
friend
—
arrest
the
present
moments
;
For
be
assur'd
,
they
all
are
arrant
tell-tales
;
And
tho'
their
flight
be
silent
,
and
their
path
Trackless
,
as
the
wing'd
couriers
of
the
air
,
They
post
to
heav'n
,
and
there
record
thy
folly
.
Because
,
tho'
station'd
on
th'
important
watch
,
Thou
,
like
a
sleeping
,
faithless
centinel
,
Didst
let
them
pass
unnotic'd
,
unimprov'd
.
And
know
,
for
that
thou
slumber'dst
on
the
guard
,
Thou
shalt
be
made
to
answer
at
the
bar
For
ev'ry
fugitive
:
and
when
thou
thus
Shalt
stand
impleaded
at
the
high
tribunal
Of
hood-wink'd
Justice
,
who
shall
tell
thy
audit
!
Then
stay
the
present
instant
,
dear
Horatio
;
Imprint
the
marks
of
wisdom
on
its
wings
.
'Tis
of
more
worth
than
kingdoms
!
far
more
precious
Than
all
the
crimson
treasures
of
life's
fortune
.
Oh
!
let
it
not
elude
thy
grasp
,
but
like
The
good
old
patriarch
upon
record
,
Hold
the
fleet
angel-fast
,
until
he
bless
thee
.