LIFE. (A little poem by eight great menj

Why all this toil for triumphs of an

-hourf — Young. . Life 's a short

summer; man is but a tlonrcr. — Dr.

Johnson. . By turns we catch tho fatal

breath and. die. — Pope ' --The cradle

and the tomb, alas, how njghi— Prior Bow

long we live, not years but actions

tell.— Watkins. ' .. The man lives twice

who lives the first life well.— Herriek.

. The trust that's given, .guard, and ?

; to yourself bo just. — Dans./ . . ./-.

For livo -tq£ how. wo may, yet die wo' ^

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