IV.
To-morrow and her works defy, Lay hold upon the present hour, And snatch the pleasures passing by, To put them out of fortune's power: Nor love, nor love's delights, disdain; Whate'er thou get'st to-day, is gain.
To-morrow and her works defy, Lay hold upon the present hour, And snatch the pleasures passing by, To put them out of fortune's power: Nor love, nor love's delights, disdain; Whate'er thou get'st to-day, is gain.