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.


The Poems of Anne, Countess of Winchilsea: From the Original Edition of 1713 and from Unpublished Manuscripts (1902 edition)


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...

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...

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...

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...