There’s no _To Morrow_.
A Fellow had got a Wench in a Corner; and very Earnest they were upon
the Text of Encrease and Multiply; but the Gipsy stood upon her Points
forsooth; _She’d not be Towz’d and Tumbled at that Rate, i’ faith not
She_. In fine, _No Peny, No Pater-Noster_; and there was no Good to
be done unless he would Marry her. The Poor Devil was under a kind of
_Duresse_; and for brevity sake, promis’d her with a kind Oath, that
he would Marry her _to Morrow_. Upon this Assurance, they Sign’d and
Seal’d. The next Day they met again, and the Next to that; and so _Every
Next Day_, for a matter of a Fortnight after; and the Love went on to
the Tune of _To Morrow_, and _To Morrow_ still. But the Girl finding her
Self Fool’d, and put off thus from _One_ to _Morrow_ to _Another_, fell
in the Conclusion to Expostulating with him upon the _Matter_. _Did not
you Swear_, Yesterday says she and Yesterday, _and I know not how many_
Yesterdays, _that you’d Marry me_ to Morrow? Yes my Dear, says the Spark,
I did Swear so; and I do now Swear it all over again too, and thou shalt
find me as good as my Word. Ay, but hark ye, says the Lass, is not _to
Day to Morrow_? No my Heart, says the Gallant again, that’s thy Mistake;
for there are _No to Morrows_; People are apt to _Talk_ of ’em indeed,
but they never come, for _Life it self is but the Time Present_.
The MORAL.
_The Sparks Case here in the Fable, of_ to Morrow _and_ to Morrow, _is
Every Man’s, and Every Days Case in the World; and we do the very same
Thing with God Almighty, that this Blade does with his Mistress, we
Promise, and Put-off, and Perform Nothing_.