LIFE. Why all this toil,

the triumphs of an hour?— L Young.

life's a short summer—man a flower ;—

(.Dr. Johnson. By turns we catch the

vital breath and die—[.Pope. The cradle

and the tomb, alas! too nigh.—I Prior.

Your fate is but the common fate of

all;— [IiOyi/QfclLoxD* Unmingled joys

here to no man befalL— [Southwell. Sin

may be claspedso close you cannot see

its face— [French. Vile intercourse

where virtue has no place.— [Somerville.

Her sensual snares let faithless

pleasures lay,— [Smollett. With craft

and skill, to ruin and betray.-[Cra&&e.

Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to

rise— [Massinger. We masters grow of all

that we despise.—{Cowley.] (Hi, then,

remove that impious self-esteem;—

[Beattie. Eiches 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—{Cray. What is ambition?

'Tis a glorious cheat,—Willis. Only

destruction on the brave and

great.—Addison. How long we live, not

years but actions teli ;— [Wathins. The

man lives twice who lives the first

life, well.— [Merrick.