LIFE. Why all this toil, the triumph* of

au hour l~ ; life's a snort summer— man

a flower j— , \pr Job num. Bv tnms we*

catch tfie titaVbreath aml.dh-'. Pome.

Thejfiadle and the tomb, aia»« too

nw.-vrrtw. Your fatfc is but the common

fate of all;—, - . ; ? .[^HJfeUow,

UomiEgled joys here to no man belaU - -,

, , L \SoutkvtU. gin may be claspedso

close you cannot ^see iu t tee- . . . .

, \Frenoh. Tile icteicour»B where virtue

has no-'vla''c. — v ,: . , , ,

[Sonenitlf:—^ Her sensual Bsares let

faithlesB plr ,asures lav. - / With

craft and skill, to ruin an*,

httxzy.-[Crabbi. Sear not too high to

fall, but s-.oop t j riSR— , ,, n_ .

[Alcmingtr. We masters grow of all that

we despise. -iCowky, Ob, taen, remo-e

Uiat iiq/^ub solf-esteeoj ; -iBeaUit.

Eicheshave wmes, anw grandeur ib a

dream.— Thick not sabition r ,iee

because 'tip br