strung

togotlior, mako a voiy rcadublo poem

LIFE. Why nil this toil for triumphs of

an hour ? J [Young. Life's ft short

suminor — man is but a flowor. [Dr.

Johnson. TW turns wo catoli tho fatal

broatli and (lio. 1 [Pope. Tho crndo and

tho tomb, nlns ! how nigh. [Prior. To bo

bottorfar than not to bo, [Seu;c?f.

Thouch all man's lifo may seom a tragedy

: ° [Sprnccr. But light caros spoak

wlion mighty griefs are dumb- ,

[Darnels. Tho bottom is but shallow

whonco thoy como. [Sir Walter Raleigh.

Thy fato is tho common fato of all ;

[Longfellow. TJnminglcd joys horo no man

befall ; [Southwell. Nature to each

allots his proper sphoro. [Congrcvc.

Fortuno makes folly hor peculiar caro.

[Churchill.. Custom doos ofton reason

ovorrulo, [Rochester. And throw a cruel

sunshino on a fool. [Armstrong. Livo

well : how long or short pormit to

hoavon. [Afi'tton. Thoy who forgive most

will bo most forgivon. [Bailey. Sin may

bo clasped so cloao we cannot see its

face— [French. Vilo intercourse whero

virtue has no placo ; i [Sumcrvillc.

Then keep each passion down, howovor

dear, [Thompson. Thou pondulum betwixt a

smilo and toar. [Byron. Her BOiisual

snares lot faithless pleasuro lay.

[Smollett. With r.rnff. and flliUl to

ruin and botraj- ; [C'rabbc. Sour not

too high to fall, but stoop to riso ;

[Massingcr. Wo'mnstors grow in all that

wo despiso, [Crowley. Oh, thon, ronounco

that impious fielf-osteom, [Beuttie.

Eiches havo wings and Igrandour is a

dream. [Coivper. Think not nmbition'wiso

bccauso 'tis bravo, [,Si'r William

Davcuant. Tho path of gloryjleads but to

tho grave ; [Gray. ?What is ambition ?

'Tis a glorious cheat, [Willis. Only

destruction to tho bravo and groat.

[Addhon. 'What's all tho gaudy glitter

of a crown ! [Dryden. Tho way to bliss

lies not on bods of down. [Francis

Quaries. How long wo livo, not

yoars,£but actions tell ; [ Watkins. Tho

man lives twico, who^lives tho first

lifo woll. [Uerrick. Mako, thon, whilo

yot' yo may, your God your friend, [

W.illiam Alason. ?Whom Christians

worship, yot not comprehend. Tho trust

that's givon guard, and to yourself bo

just, _ [Dana. For live we how wo may,

yet dio wo must.