3. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

4. Oh, how this spring of life resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And, by and by, a cloud takes all away!

5.

We are such stuff

As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity,

With equal mind what happens let us bear,
Nor joy, nor grieve for things beyond our care;
Like pilgrims, to th' appointed place we tend,
The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.

DRYDEN.

7. Who breathes, must suffer; and who thinks, must mourn; And he alone is blest, who ne'er was born.

8. There's not a day, but, to the man of thought, Betrays some secret, that throws new reproach On life, and makes him sick of seeing more.

PRIOR.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

9. Oh, thoughtless mortals! ever blind to fate, Too soon dejected, and too soon elate!

10. Love, Hope, and Joy, fair Pleasure's smiling train,
Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of Pain;
These, mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd,
Make and maintain the balance of the mind:
The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife
Gives all the strength and colour of our life.

POPE.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

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11.

LIFE.

Life can little more supply,

Than just to look about us and to die.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

12. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing, anxious spirit e'er resign'd-
Left the warm precincts of the genial day,

Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?

13. Catch then, Oh catch the transient hour, Improve each moment as it flies; Life's a short summer- man a flower

He dies, alas! how soon he dies!

14. Our youthful summer oft we see
Dance by on wings of game and glee,
While the dark storm reserves its rage,
Against the winter of our age.

GRAY'S Elegy.

DR. JOHNSON.

SCOTT's Marmion.

15. Between two worlds life hovers like a star,
"Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

16. Well, well- the world must turn upon its axis,

And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails;
And live and die, make love and pay our taxes,

And, as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

17. Who with the weight of years would wish to bend, When youth itself survives young love and joy? Alas! when mingling souls forget to blend,

19. This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The Past, the Future-two eternities.

20. Life is a waste of wearisome hours,

MOORE.

Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns,
And the heart, that is soonest awake to the flowers,
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

MOORE.

21. They may rail at this life—from the hour I began it,
I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss;
And, until they can show me some happier planet,
More social and bright, I'll content me with this.

22. For what is life? At best a brief delight,

23.

A sun, scarce bright'ning ere it sinks in night;
A flower, at morning fresh, at noon decay'd;
A still, swift river, gliding into shade.

MOORE.

From the Spanish.

And 't were as vain a thing,
To ask of Nature one perpetual spring,
As to evade those sad autumnal hours,

Or deem thy path of life shall bloom, all flowers.

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MRS. NORTON's Dream. in thoughts, not breaths

24. We live in deeds, not years
In feelings, not in figures on a dial ;-
We should count time by heart-throbs.
Who thinks most-feels the noblest acts the best.

He most lives,

Seems like a century; rapidly they glide
In manhood; and in life's decline they fly.

26. Fleeting as were the dreams of old, Remember'd like a tale that's told,

We pass away.

W. C. BRYANT.

H. W. LONGfellow.

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LIPS - LOQUACITY – LOVE.

27. Thus life begins-its morning hours
Bright as the birth-day of the flowers;
Thus passes like the leaves away,
As wither'd and as lost as they.

28. Hope and fear, peace and strife, Make up the troubled web of life.

29.

The universal lot,

To weep, to wander, die, and be forgot.

30. It is not sin to wish the spirit free

31.

S. G. GOODRICH.

CHARLES SPRAGUE.

From the dull bondage of this suffering clay,
When every joy, that charm'd it once, must be
A hated thing from which it turns away.

For life, at best,

Is as a passing shadow in the west,

W. C. LODGE.

Which still grows long and longer till the last,
When the sun sinks, and it from earth hath past.

LIPS. (See EYES.)

J. T. WATSON.

LOQUACITY.-(See CONVERSATION.)

LOVE.

1. True he it said, whatever man it said,
That love with gall and honey doth abound;
But if the one be with the other weigh'd,
For every drachm of honey therein found
A pound of gall doth over it redound.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

2.

O, gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.

3. When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony.

4.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

He says he loves my daughter;
I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon
Upon the water, as he 'll stand and read,
As 't were, my daughter's eyes; and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose,
Which loves the other best.

SHAKSPEARE.

5. I would outstare the sternest eyes that look,
Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth,
Pluck the young suckling cub from the she-bear,
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
To win thee, lady.

6.

My love doth so approve him,

SHAKSPEARE.

That even his stubbornness, his checks and frowns,
Have grace and favour in them.

SHAKSPEARE.

7. Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words.

All made of passion, and all made of wishes;

All adoration, duty and observance;

All humbleness, all patience and impatience;
All purity, all trial, all

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.