Why all this toil for

triumphs of ai hour?-Young. ' Life's a

short summer-manner i Í but a flower

-Johnson, By turns we catch the fatal

breat! und die.-^ope. ' The cradle and

the tomb, abs ! si nigh Î-Prior. j To be

is better far than not to be, . Sewell.

j Though all man's life may seem I j

tragedy ;-Spencer, j But light cares

speak when mighty griefs are

dumb,-Daniel. The bottom is but shallow

whence they come.-Raleigh. Your fate is

but the common fate of all ; -

Longfellow. Unmingled joys can here no

man befall Southwell. Nature to each

allots his proper sph ere,-Con grève.

Fortune makes folly her peculiar care

Churchill. Custom does often reason

overrule, -Rochester. And throw a cruel

sunshine on a fool. -Armstrong. Live

well-how long or short permit to heaven

;-Milton. They who forgive most must be

most forgiven.-Bailey. Sin may be

clasped so close, we cannot see its

face.-French. Vile intercourse where

virtue has no place.-Somerville. Her

sensual snares let faithless

pleaeureiflay,-Smoliet. . With craft and

skill to ruin and betray.-Crabbe. Soar

not too high to fall, but stoop to

rise,-Massinger. We masters grow of all

that we despise.-Crowley. Ob, then*

renounce that impious self-esteem !--

Beattie. Riches have wings, and grandeur

is a dream.-Cowper. , Think not ambition

wise because 'tis brave,-Davenaut., The

paths of glory lead but to the\ \

grave.-Gray. / What is ambition ? Tis a

glorious cheat,-Willis. Only destructive

to the brave and great.-Addison. j

What's all the gaudy glitter of a crown

?-Dryden. I The way to bliss lies not on

beds of j down.-Quarles. How long we

live, not years but actions

tell,-Watkins. The man lives twice who

lives the first life well.-Herríók.

Make, then, while yet ye may, your God

your friend,-Mason. Whom Christians

worship yet do not comprehend.-Hill. The

trust thus given, guard, and to yourself

be just ;-Dana. For we live how we may,

yet die we muBt.-Shakespeare.