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From Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954)

1918-06-08 |

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Why all this turmoil for

triumphs for an hour? (Young.) Life's a

short summer--man a flower. '(Dr.

Johnson.) By turns we catch the vital

breath and dfe. (Pope.) The cradle and

the tormb, alas! tos nigh. (Prior.) To

be is better far than not to be.

(Sewall.) Though all man's life may seem

a tragedy. S(Spenccr.) But light cares

speak when mighty griefd are dumb ;

(Daniel.) The bottom's but shallow

whence they come. (Sir W. Raleih.) 'our

fate is but the common fate of all;

(Longfellow.) 'Unmingled joys here to no

man befall. (Southbwell.) Nature to each

allots his proper sphere, (Congreve.)

PFortune mltakes folly her peculiar

care. (Churchill.) Custom does often

reason overrule, (Armstrong.) cruel

sunshine on a fool. (Rochester.) Ilvo

well, how long or short-permit to

heaven; (Milton.) hose who forgive the

most shall be most forgiven. (Baily.)

Isn may be clasped so close you cnno see

its face ; (French.) Vile intercourse

where virtae has no place. (Somerville.)

Then keep each passion down, however

deaor, (Thomson.) Thou pendulum betwixt

a smile and tear. (Byron.) Her sensual

snares lot faithless pleasures lay,

(Smollet.) With craft and skill-to ruin

and betray. (Crabbe.) Soar not too high

to fall, but stoop to rise, (Messinger.)

We masters grow of all that we despise.

(Cowley.) Oh, then, remove that impious

self-esteem (Beattie.) Riches have

wings, and grandeur Is a dream.

(Cowper.) Think not ambition wise

because 'tIs brave ; (Davenant.) The

paths of glory lead but to 'the grave.

What is ambition ? 'Tis a glorious

cheat, (Willis.) Only destruction to the

brave and great. (Addison.) What's all

the gaudy glitter of a crown ? (Dryden.)

The way to bliss lioes not on beds of

down. (J. Quarles.) How long we live nat

years but' actions tell; (Watktns.) The

man lives twice who lives the first life

well. (Merrick.) lako then, while yet ye

may, your God your friend, (Mason.) Whom

Christians worship, yet none

comprehen'd. (Hill,)The The trust that's

given guard, and to yourself be just,

(Dana.) But live we' how we can, yet die

we must