Why. all

this toll for' triumphs of an ? hour ? —

Young, /t , | Life's a short summer,

nian is but a' ' :flowcr.— Dr. Johnson,.

; o | By turns we catch tho fatal

breath's ? and die. — Pope. * I The

cradle and tho tomb, alas ! how i nigh.

— Prior. To be is better than not to be.

— Sown!!. ? ? ? xnougn an IJIUU w iiiu,

nmv seem , u tragedy.— Spencer. ' ' But

light cures speak when mighty griefs

tiro dumb' ;— Daniel. ' ' The bottom is

but shallow whence, they come. — Sir

\Valter Kaleigh. ' Tliy, fate is but the

common fato of all, — Longfellow. - '

Unininglcd joys here to no mart .

lielall : — Sou tli well. -' Mature 'to

cacli allots his... proper sphere. —

Gongrove. ' I Fortune makes folly her

peculiar care, ?- — Churcnill. Custom

does .often reoson. overrule,—

Rochester.- .-. ? - ; And throw a .

cruel ... , sunshine- on a fool. —

Armstrong.*,.,-!!.— : ? . ; I.lve well ;

how- --long or short permits to

heaveri.— Milton. They who forgive most

shall, be 'most forgiven. — Bqilev.C v'.

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