Procrastination by Marcus Valerius Martialis
Tomorrow you will live, you always cry; In what fair 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. "Tomorrow I will live," the fool does say; Today itself's too late -- the wise lived yesterday.
Lokis Dottir · Fri Jan 05, 2007 @ 12:00am · 0 Comments |