e. Why all this toil for triumphs of

an hour! — Young. Life's a short summer

; man is but a flower. — Dr. Johnson. By

turns we catch the fatal breath and die.

— Pope. The cradle and the tomb, alas,

how nigh ! — Prior. How long we live,

not years but actions tell. — Wstkins.

The man lives twice who »lives the first

life well. — Herrick. The trust that's

given, guard, and to yourself be just. —

Dana. For live we how we may, but die we

muBt. — Shakespeare.