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Futurity: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
That what will come, and must come, shall come well. C.— EDWIN ARNOLD — Light of Asia. Bk. VI. L. 274.
Some day Love shall claim his own Some day Right ascend his throne, Some day hidden Truth be known; Some day-some sweet day.— LEWIS J. BATES — Some Sweet Day.
The year goes wrong, and tares grow strong, Hope starves without a crumb ; But God's time is our harvest time, And that is sure to come.— LEWIS J. BATES — Our Better Day.
God keeps a niche In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit. He brake them to our faces, and denied That our close kisses should impair their white,- I know weshall behold them raised, complete, The dust swept from their beauty, glorified, New Memnons singing in the great God-light.— E. B. BROWNING — Sonnet. Futurity
with the Departed. You can never plan the future by the past.— BURKE — Letter to a Member of the National Assembly. Vol. IV. P. 55.
With mortal crisis doth portend, My days to appropinque an end.— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto III. L. 589.
But ask not bodies (doomed to die), To what abode they go; Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know.— DAVENANT — The Just Italian. Act. V. Sc. 1. Song.
What cities, as great as this, have *** promised themselves immortality! posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others.— GOLDSMITH — The Bee. No. IV. 1759.
A City Night Piece. You'll see that, since our fate is ruled by chance, Each man, unknowing, great, Should frame life so that at some future hour Fact and his dreamings meet.— VICTOR HUGO — To His Orphan
Grandchildren. Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!— LONGFELLOW — A Psalm of Life.
Dear Land to which Desire forever flees; Time doth no present to our grasp allow, Say in the fixed Eternal shall we seize At last the fleeting Now?— BULWER-LYTTON — Corn Flowers. Bk. I.
The First Violets. She (the R. C. Church) may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.— MACAULAY — On von Ranke's History of
the Popes. 1840. There's a good time coming, boys; A good time coming : We may not live to see the day, But earth shall glisten in the ray Of the good time coming. Cannon-balls may aid the truth, But thought's a weapon stronger; We'll win our battle by its aid, Wait a little longer.— CHAS. MACKAY — The Good Time
Coming. When the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.— MARLOWE — Faustus. L. 543.
The never-ending flight Of future days.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 221.
Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love.— MONTGOMERY — The Issues of Life and
Death. Hymn CCXIV. There's nae sorrow there, John, There's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair, In the land o' the leal.— LADY NAIRNE — The Land o' the Leal.
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.— POPE — Messiah. L. 47.
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven. C.— POPE — Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 85.
But there's a gude time coming.— SCOTT — Rob Roy. Ch. XXXII.
And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.— Shakespeare — King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 76.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot.— Shakespeare — Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 118.
God, if Thy will be so, Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!— Shakespeare — Richard III. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 32.
Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life; But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 76.
Aliquod crastinus dies ad cogitandum dabit. To-morrow will give some food for thought.— CICERO — Epistolæ Ad Atticum. XV. 8.
Quod est ante pedes nemo spectat: cœli scrutantur plagas. No one sees what is before his feet: we all gaze at the stars.— CICERO — De Divinatione. II. 13.
Prudens futuri temporis exitum Caliginosa nocte premit deus. A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness.— HORACE — Carmina. III. 29. 29.
Après nous le déluge. After us the deluge.— MME. POMPADOUR — Attributed also to
Louis XV. Je m'en vay chercher un grand peut-estre. I am going to seek a great perhaps.— RABELAIS — His last words, according to