FUTURE; FUTURITY FUTURE; FUTURITY
Quid sit futurum eras, fuge quaerere: et Quern Fors dierum cunque dabit, lucro Appone. Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and to take as a gift whatever the day brings forth. Horace—Carmina. I. 9. 13.
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Prudens futuri temporis eritum
Caliginosa nocte premit deus.
A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness.
Horace—Carmina. III. 29. 29.
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.
With whom there is no place of toil, no burning heat, no piercing cold, nor any briars there . . . this place we call the Bosom of Abraham.
Josephus—Discourse to the Greeks concerning Hades. Homer—Odyssey. VI. 42.
When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it—lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew.
Kipling—When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted.
Le present est gros de l'avenir.
The present is big with the future.
Leibnitz.
Look not mournfully into the Past; it comes
not back again. Wisely improve the Present;
it is thine.
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without
fear and with a manly heart.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Hyperion.
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
| author = Longfellow
| work = A Psalm of Life.
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. Mackat—The Good Time Coming.
The future is a world limited by ourselves; in
it we discover only what concerns us and, sometimes, by chance, what interests those whom we
love the most.
Maeterlinck—Joyzelle. Act I.
Take therefore no thought for the morrow; for
the morrow shall take thought for the things of
itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
VI. 34.
The never-ending flight
Of future days.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. II. L. 221.
There was the Door to which I found no key;
There was the Veil through which I might not
see.
Omar Khayyam—Rvbaiyat. St. 32. (Later
ed.) Fitz-Gerald's trans.
Venator sequitur fugientia; capta relinquit;
Semper et inventis ulteriora petit.
The hunter follows things which flee from
him; he leaves them when they are taken;
and ever seeks for that which is beyond what
he has found.
Ovid—Arnorum. Bk. II. 9. 9.
Ludit in humanis divina potentia rebus,
Et certain prsssens vix habet hora fidem.
Heaven makes sport of human affairs, and
the present hour gives no sure promise of the
next.
Ovid—EpistolaiExPonto. IV. 3. 49.
Nos duo turba sumus.
We two [Deucalion and Pyrrha, after the
deluge] form a multitude.
Ovid—Metamorphoses. I. 355.
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| text = <poem>Apres nous le deluge.
After us the deluge.
Mme. Pompadour. After the battle of Rossbach. See Larousse—Fleurs Historiques.
Madame de Hausset—Memoirs. (Ed.
1824) P. 19. Also attributed to Louis
XV by the French. Compare Cicero—De
FinOms. XI. 16.
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| text = <poem>Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n,
That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Man.
| place = Ep. I. L. 85.
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound,
And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.
| author = Pope
| work = Messiah. L. 47.
And better skilled in dark events to come.
| author = Pope
| work = Odyssey. Bk. V. 219.
Etwas furchten und hoffen und sorgen,
Muss der Mensch fur den kommenden Morgen.
Man must have some fears, hopes, and cares,
for the coming morrow.
Schiller—Die Braid von Messina.
But there's a gude time coming.
Scott—Rob Boy, Ch.XXXn.
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| num = | text = <poem>'Calamitosus est animus futuri anxius.
The mind that is anxious about the future is miserable. Seneca—Epistolai Ad Lucilium. XCVIIL
