Be Happy For This Moment.

To-day Is Thine To Spend, But Not To-morrow; Counting On Morrows Breedeth Bankrupt Sorrow: O Squander Not This Breath That Heaven Hath Lent Thee; Make Not Too Sure Another Breath To Borrow.

The Wine-cup Is The Little Silver Well, Where Truth, If Truth There Be, Doth Dwell.

Don't Cry Upon You Losses Don't Mesure Today With Tommorows Don't Trust To Passed And Coming Day Believe In Now - And Be Happy Today.

And That Inverted Bowl They Call The Sky, Whereunder Crawling Cooped We Live And Die, Lift Not Your Hands To It For Help-for It As Impotently Moves As You Or I

For In And Out, Above, About, Below, 'tis Nothing But A Magic Shadow-show, Played In A Box Whose Candle Is The Sun, Round Which We Phantom Figures Come And Go.