-With the smile that was childlike and bland.

Bret Harte.

Her smile was prodigal of summery shine,-
Gaily persistent,-like a morn in June
That laughs away the clouds, and up and down
Goes making merry with the ripening grain,
That slowly ripples,—its bent head drooped down,
With golden secret of the sheathed seed.

Law; see Justice.

Margaret J. Preston: Unvisited.

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.

Goldsmith: Traveller.

The good need fear no law;

It is his safety, and the bad man's awe.

Laws do not put the least restraint
Upon our freedom, but maintain 't;
Or, if it does, 'tis for our good,
To give us freer latitude;

For wholesome laws preserve us free,

By stinting of our liberty.

Massinger.

Butler: Hudibras.

A lawyer's dealings should be just and fair;
Honesty shines with great advantage there.

Cowper: Hope.

To all facts there are laws.

Owen Meredith: Lucile.

These

Ensnare the wretched in the toils of law,
Fomenting discord, and perplexing right;

An iron race!

Thomson: Seasons. Autumn.

The kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal

law.

Tennyson: Locksley Hall.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,-
That codeless myriad of precedent,
That wilderness of single instances,
Through which a few, by wit or fortune led,
May beat a pathway out to wealth and fame.

Tennyson: Aylmer's Field.

A thread of law runs through thy prayer,
Stronger than iron cables are!

David A. Wasson.

Liberty; see Freedom, Independence, and Slavery.
-In liberty's defence, my noble task,

Of which all Europe rings from side to side;
This thought might lead me through the world's

vain mask,

Content, though blind-had I no better guide.

Milton: Sonnets.

The love of liberty with life is given,
And life itself th' inferior gift of heaven.

Dryden: Palamon and Arcite.

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

Addison: Cato.

'Tis liberty alone that gives the flow'r
Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume,
And we are weeds without it.

Cowper: Task.

-The wish, which ages have not yet subdued
In man, to have no master save his mood.

Byron: Island.

Oh! if there be, on this earthly sphere,
A boon, an offering heaven holds dear,
'Tis the last libation Liberty draws

From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause.

Moore: Lalla Rookh.

Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,

For then thy habitation is the heart!

Byron: Prisoner of Chillon.

Oh! give me liberty!

For were even Paradise my prison,

Still I should long to leap the crystal walls.

Life; see Action, Death, and Immortality.

We are such stuff

As dreams are made on, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.

Dryden.

Shakespeare: Tempest.

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.

Life can little more supply,

Than just to look about us and to die.

Pope: Essay on Man.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest,
Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav'n.
Milton: Paradise Lost.

Take not away the life you cannot give,
For all things have an equal right to live.

Dryden.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not

breaths;

In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

We should count time by heart-throbs.

lives

He most

Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

Bailey: Festus.

How readily we wish time spent revoked,
That we might try the ground again, where once
(Through inexperience, as we now perceive)
We miss'd that happiness we might have found.

Cowper: Task.

Along the cool sequester'd vale of life,
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

Gray: Elegy.

That life is long which answers life's great end.

Young: Night Thoughts.

Circles are prais'd, not that abound

In largeness, but th' exactly round:

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To the Armed Forces and Merchart !

So life we praise, that does excel
Not in much time, but acting well.

Waller: Long and Short Life.

Even so luxurious men unheeding pass
An idle summer-life in fortune's shine;
A season's glitter! Thus they flutter on
From toy to toy, from vanity to vice;
Till blown away by death, oblivion comes
Behind, and strikes them from the book of life.
Thomson: Seasons. Summer.

All that's bright must fade,—
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made

But to be lost when sweetest.

Moore: National Airs.

Between two worlds, life hovers like a star
'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
How little do we know that which we are!
How less what we may be! The eternal surge
Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar
Our bubbles: as the old burst, new emerge,
Lash'd from the foam of ages.

Byron: Don Juan.

Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,

A burden more than I can bear,

I set me down and sigh:
O life! thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To wretches such as I!

Burns: Despondency.