Dream not too much of what you'll do tomorrow,
How well you'll work another year;
Tomorrow's chance you do not need to borrow -
Today is here.
Boast not too much of mountains you will master
The while you linger in the vale below,
To dream is well, but plodding brings us faster
To where we go.
Talk not too much about some new endeavour
You mean to make a little later on.
Who idles now will idle on forever
'till life is gone.
Swear not some day to break some habit's fetter,
When this old year is dead and passed away;
If you have need of living wiser, better,