Why

all this toil for triumphs of un hour ?

Young. Life's a short summer — man a

flower. Dr. Johnson. By turns we catch

tho vitul breath and die — ' :?????

Pope. Tho eradlo and tho tomb, alas !

too nigh. Prior. To bo is fur better

than not to bo SevieU. Though all man's

lifo may seem a tragedy. Sjwuser. But

light cares speak when mighty priefs are

dumb ; Daniel. Tho bottom is but shallow

whence they coins, Sir W. Maleigli. Your

fotp is but tho common fate of all ;

Longfellow. Unminglcd joys horo to num

nmy befall. Southwell. Nuturo to each

allots its proper sphere. Congreve.

Fortuno makes folly her peculiar euro.

Churchill. Custom. docs not ofleu hor

reason overrule. liochesler. And throw a

cruel sunshine on a fool. Armstrong.

Livo woll how long or short, — permit to

heaven. Milton. Those who forgivo most

shall be most forgiven. Baily. Sin may

be clasped so dose wo cannot: seo its

l'uco ; Jprencli. Vilo intercourse where

virtue has not place. Stmiefville. Then

keep each passion down however dour.

Thompson. Thou pendulum botwixt a smile

and a tear. Byron. Her sensual enures

lot, fuithless pleasure lay. Smollett.

With craft and skill — to ruin and

betray. Cralihe. Soar not too high to

full ; but stoop to rise. Mansinger. Wo

masters grow of all that wo despite. Co

why. O then romovo that impious solf-

esteoin. Beailie. Riches have wings and

grandeur is a dream. Oowjier. Think not

ambition wise becnuso 'tis bruvo.

Davenant. The paths of glory lead but to

tho grave. Gray. What is ambition ? 'tis

a glorious cheat.; Willis.Only Only

destructive to tho bruvo and groat.

Addison. What's all the gaudy glitter of

a orown ? Dryden. -Tho way to blies lies

not on beds of down. J: Quarles. Howlong

we livo, not years but actions tell. Wat

kens. That man lives twico who lives tho

first lifo well. , Merricik. Mako then

while 'yet yo may yonr God your friend.

W. Mason. Whom Christians worship, yet-

not comprblipnd. Bill. The tvnst that's

given guard, and to yourself bo ? just.

- - ? ? ' ' Dana. For, livo wo how wo

may, yet die we must. -Shaketpere