Why all this toil for triumphs of

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

; mau is but a flower.. — Dr. Johnson.

By turns -we catch the fatal breath and

die. —Pope. The crhdlu and thu tomb,

alas, how nigh ! — Prior. How loriH we

live, not yearn but actions tell. —

Watkms. The man lives twice who lives

the first life well. — Herriek. The

trust that's given, guard, and to your?

self be just. For live we how we may,

yet die we must. — Shakespeare.