A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.
Man's life is like unto a winter's day,--
Some break their fast and so depart away;
Others stay dinner, then depart full fed;
The longest age but sups and goes to bed.
O reader, then behold and see!
As we are now, so must you be.
I see them walking in an air of glory
Whose light doth trample on my days,--
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,
Mere glimmering and decays.
No clap of thunder in a fair frosty day could more astonish the world than our declaration of war against Holland in 1672.
And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
Of seeming arms to make a short essay,
Then hasten to be drunk,--the business of the day.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call to-day his own;
He who, secure within, can say,
To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.
Burn daylight.
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.
Angels listen when she speaks:
She's my delight, all mankind's wonder;
But my jealous heart would break
Should we live one day asunder.
The better day, the worse deed.
Of all the days that's in the week
I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday.
Great families of yesterday we show,
And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who.
She's no chicken; she's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be a day.
May you live all the days of your life.
I always like to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have the prayers of the Church to preserve all that travel by land or by water.
Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato and of Rome.
A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
Remote from man, with God he passed the days;
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.
"I 've lost a day!"--the prince who nobly cried,
Had been an emperor without his crown.
The spirit walks of every day deceased.