19. This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,

The Past, the Future

-two eternities.

MOORE.

20. Life is a waste of wearisome hours,

Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns,
And the heart, that is soonest awake to the flowers,
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

MOORE.

21. 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.

22. For what is life? At best a brief delight,

23.

A sun, scarce bright'ning ere it sinks in night;
A flower, at morning fresh, at noon decay'd;
A still, swift river, gliding into shade.

MOORE.

From the Spanish.

And 't were as vain a thing,
To ask of Nature one perpetual spring,
As to evade those sad autumnal hours,
Or deem thy path of life shall bloom, all flowers.

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives,
Who thinks most- feels the noblest acts the best.

every day

Seems like a century; rapidly they glide
In manhood; and in life's decline they fly.

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.

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LIPS-LOQUACITY - LOVE.

27. Thus life begins-its morning hours
Bright as the birth-day of the flowers;
Thus passes like the leaves away,
As wither'd and as lost as they.

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,
When every joy, that charm'd it once, must be
A hated thing from which it turns away.

For life, at best,

Is as a passing shadow in the west,

W. C. LODGE.

Which still grows long and longer till the last,
When the sun sinks, and it from earth hath past.

1. True he it said, whatever man it said,

That love with gall and honey doth abound;
But if the one be with the other weigh'd,
For every drachm of honey therein found
A pound of gall doth over it redound.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

2.

O, gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.

3. When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony.

4.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

He says he loves my daughter;
I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon
Upon the water, as he 'll stand and read,
As 't were, my daughter's eyes; and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose,
Which loves the other best.

SHAKSPEARE.

5. I would outstare the sternest eyes that look,
Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth,
Pluck the young suckling cub from the she-bear,
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
To win thee, lady.

6.

My love doth so approve him,

SHAKSPEARE.

That even his stubbornness, his checks and frowns,
Have grace and favour in them.

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.

8.

-All made of fantasy;

All made of passion, and all made of wishes;

All adoration, duty and observance;

All humbleness, all patience and impatience;
All purity, all trial, all:

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

9. Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

SHAKSPEARE.

10. They do not love, that do not show their love.

SHAKSPEARE.

11. They love the least, that let men know their love.

SHAKSPEARE.

12. Ah me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.

SHAKSPEARE.

13. In love, the victors from the vanquish'd fly,

They fly that wound, and they pursue that die.

14. Quoth he, to bid me not to love
Is to forbid my pulse to move,

My beard to grow, my ears to stick up,
Or, when I'm in a fit, to hiccup!

15. Almighty pain to love it is,

And 't is a pain that pain to miss ;
But, of all pains, the greatest pain
It is, to love, and love in vain.

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

COWLEY'S Anacreon.

16. What is love? - An odd compound of simples most sweet, Cull'd in life's spring by Fancy, poor mortals to cheat;

A passion no eloquence yet could improve-
So a sigh best expresses the passion of love.

BATE DUDLEY.

17. Mysterious Love! uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure?
Endless torments dwell about thee,
Yet who would live, and live without thee?

ADDISON.

18. Love is not to be reason'd down, or lost
In high ambition, or a thirst of greatness;
"T is second life; it grows into the soul,
Warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.

ADDISON'S Cato.

19. When love 's well-tim'd, 't is not a fault to love: The strong, the brave, the virtuous and the wise, Sink in the soft captivity together.

ADDISON'S Cato.

20. Let us love temperately; things violent last not;
And too much dotage rather argues folly
Than true affection.

21. With thee conversing I forget all time;

All season and their change, all please alike.

MASSINGER.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

22. I find she loves him much, because she hides it.
Love teaches cunning even to innocence;
And when he gets possession, his first work
Is to dig deep within the heart and there

Lie hid, and, like a miser in the dark,
To feast alone.

23. O love! thou sternly dost thy power maintain, And wilt not bear a rival in thy reign; Tyrants and thou all fellowship disdain.

24. Love reigns a very tyrant in my breast,
Attended on his throne by all his guard
Of furious wishes, fears, and nice suspicions.

DRYDEN.

DRYDEN.

OTWAY'S Orphan.

25. Love is, or ought to be, our greatest bliss; Since every other joy, how dear soever, Gives way to that, and we leave all for love.

ROWE.