3. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. 4. Oh, how this spring of life resembleth Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, 5. We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 6. Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind what happens let us bear, DRYDEN. 7. Who breathes, must suffer; and who thinks, must mourn; And he alone is blest, who ne'er was born. 8. There's not a day, but, to the man of thought, Betrays some secret, that throws new reproach On life, and makes him sick of seeing more. PRIOR. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 9. Oh, thoughtless mortals! ever blind to fate, Too soon dejected, and too soon elate! 10. Love, Hope, and Joy, fair Pleasure's smiling train, POPE. POPE'S Essay on Man. 366 11. LIFE. Life can little more supply, Than just to look about us and to die. POPE'S Essay on Man. 12. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind? 13. Catch then, Oh catch the transient hour, Improve each moment as it flies; Life's a short summer- man a flower He dies, alas! how soon he dies! 14. Our youthful summer oft we see GRAY'S Elegy. DR. JOHNSON. SCOTT's Marmion. 15. Between two worlds life hovers like a star, BYRON'S Don Juan. 16. Well, well- the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails; And, as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails. BYRON'S Don Juan. 17. Who with the weight of years would wish to bend, When youth itself survives young love and joy? Alas! when mingling souls forget to blend, 19. This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The Past, the Future-two eternities. 20. Life is a waste of wearisome hours, MOORE. Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns, MOORE. 21. They may rail at this life—from the hour I began it, 22. For what is life? At best a brief delight, 23. A sun, scarce bright'ning ere it sinks in night; MOORE. From the Spanish. And 't were as vain a thing, Or deem thy path of life shall bloom, all flowers. - MRS. NORTON's Dream. in thoughts, not breaths 24. We live in deeds, not years He most lives, Seems like a century; rapidly they glide 26. Fleeting as were the dreams of old, Remember'd like a tale that's told, We pass away. W. C. BRYANT. H. W. LONGfellow. 368 LIPS - LOQUACITY – LOVE. 27. Thus life begins-its morning hours 28. Hope and fear, peace and strife, Make up the troubled web of life. 29. The universal lot, To weep, to wander, die, and be forgot. 30. It is not sin to wish the spirit free 31. S. G. GOODRICH. CHARLES SPRAGUE. From the dull bondage of this suffering clay, For life, at best, Is as a passing shadow in the west, W. C. LODGE. Which still grows long and longer till the last, LIPS. (See EYES.) J. T. WATSON. LOQUACITY.-(See CONVERSATION.) LOVE. 1. True he it said, whatever man it said, SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 2. O, gentle Romeo, 3. When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. 4. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. He says he loves my daughter; SHAKSPEARE. 5. I would outstare the sternest eyes that look, 6. My love doth so approve him, SHAKSPEARE. That even his stubbornness, his checks and frowns, SHAKSPEARE. 7. Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words. All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty and observance; All humbleness, all patience and impatience; SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. |