Mart. Lib. 5, Ep. 59

To-morrow you will live, you always cry; In what far country does this morrow lie, That ’tis so mighty long ere it arrive? Beyond the Indies does this morrow live? ’Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear ’Twill be both very old and very dear. To-morrow I will live, the fool does say; To-day itself’s too late, the wise lived yesterday.