36-4 LIBERTY-LIFE When he had A letter from his lady dear, he bless'd Well, Mary, I've seen your nice billet, BAILEY'S Festus If it did not, then Satan 's no sinner! J. T. WATSON. LIBERTY. (See FREEDOM.) LIFE. O, why do wretched men so much desire And thousand perils which them still await? SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, SHAKSPEARE. LIFE. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Oh, how this spring of life resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life 365 SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind what happens let us bear, DRYDEN. Who breathes, must suffer; and who thinks, must mourn; And he alone is blest, who ne'er was born. There's not a day, but, to the man of thought, PRIOR. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. Oh, thoughtless mortals! ever blind to fate, Love, Hope, and Joy, fair Pleasure's smiling train, POPE POPE'S Essay on Man Life can little more supply, Than just to look about us and to die. POPE'S Essay on Man For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, Catch then, Oh catch the transient hour, He dies, alas! how soon he dies! Our youthful summer oft we see GRAY'S Elegy. DR. JOHNSON. SCOTT's Marmion. Between two worlds life hovers like a star, BYRON'S Don Juan. Well, well the world must turn upon its axis, BYRON'S Don Juan. Who with the weight of years would wish to bend To give birth to those BYRON'S Childe Harola Who can but suffer many years, and die, BYRON' Cain LIFE. This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, Life is a waste of wearisome hours, MOORE 367 Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns, And the heart, that is soonest awake to the flowers, MOORE. They may rail at this life — from the hour I began it, I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss ; And, until they can show me some happier planet, More social and bright, I'll content me with this. For what is life? At best a brief delight, MOORE. From the Spanish. And 't were as vain a thing, MRS. NORTON's Dreum. We live in deeds, not years - in thoughts, not breaths Slow pass our days in childhood He most lives, acts the best. BAILEY'S Festus. every day Seems like a century; rapidly they glide In manhood; and in life's decline they fly. Fleeting as were the dreams of old, W. C. BRYANI H. W. LONGFELLOW. 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. True he it said, whatever man it said, That love with gall and honey doth abound; SPENSER'S Fairy Queen |