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On entre, on crie,
Still ending, and beginning
still. Et c'est la vie!
CowPER—Task. Bk. III. L. 627.
What is it but a map of busy life,
CowPER—Task. Bk. IV. L. 55. AUSONE DE CHANCEL–Lines in an Album. (1836) (See also De Puis, SAXE)
Let's learn to live, for we must die alone. 2
CRABBE-Borough. Letter X. However, while I crawl upon this planet I think myself obliged to do what good I can in Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views, my narrow domestic sphere, to all my fellow Life's little cares and little pains refuse? creatures, and to wish them all the good I can Shall he not rather feel a double share not do.
Of mortal woe, when doubly arm'd to bear? CHESTERFIELD—In a letter to the Bishop of CRABBE-Library. Waterford, Jan. 22, 1780. (See First Quotation)
Life's bloomy flush was lost.
CRABBE-Parish Register. Pt. II. 453. Brevis a natura nobis vita data est; at me
(See also GOLDSMITH) moria bene reditæ vitæ sempiterna.
The life given us by nature is short; but the Life is not measured by the time we live. memory of a well-spent life is eternal.
CRABBE-Village. Bk. II. CICERO—Philippicæ. XIV. 12.
Chaque instant de la vie est un pas vers la Natura dedit usuram vitæ tanquam pecuniæ mort. nulla præstitua die.
Every moment of life is a step toward the Nature has lent us life at interest, like grave. money, and has fixed no day for its payment. CRÉBILLON-Tite et Bérénice. I. 5. CICERO—Tusculanarum Disputationum. I. 39. 5
Non è necessario Nemo parum diu vixit, qui virtuis perfectæ Vivere, si scolpire olte quel termine perfecto functus est munere.
Nostro nome: quæsto è necessario. No one has lived a short life who has per It is not necessary to live, formed its duties with unblemished character. But to carve our names beyond that point, CICERO—Tusculanarum Disputationum. I.
This is necessary. 45.
GABRIELE D'ANNUNZIO—Canzone di Umberto
Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
Che la diritta via era smarrita. Life is but thought.
In the midway of this our mortal life, COLERIDGE-Youth and Age.
I found me in a gloomy wood, astray,
Gone from the path direct.
Questo misero modo Just a painted piece of trouble,
Tengon l'anime triste di coloro
Che visser senza infamia e senza lodo.
This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy We grow older and we sigh,
souls of those who lived without infamy or Older still, and then we die!
praise. Don't you know?
DANTE—Inferno. III. 36. EDMUND VANCE COOKE-Fin de Siècle. (See also BACON)
There are two distinct classes of
people in the world; those that feel that they Life for delays and doubts no time does give, themselves are in a body; and those that feel None ever yet made haste enough to live. that they themselves are a body, with something ABRAHAM COWLEY–Martial. Lib. II. XC. working it. I feel like the contents of a bottle,
and am curious to know what will happen when His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might the bottle is uncorked. Perhaps I shall be Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right. mousseux—who knows? Now I know that many ABRAHAM COWLEY- On the Death of Mr. people feel like a strong moving engine, selfCrashaw. L. 56.
stoking, and often so anxious to keep the fire
going that they put too much fuel on, and it has Life is an incurable disease.
to be raked out and have the bars cleared. ABRAHAM COWLEY—To Dr. Scarborough.
WILLIAM DE MORGAN—Joseph Vance. Ch. XL. Men deal with life as children with their play, Learn to live well, that thou may'st die so too; Who first misuse, then cast their toys away. To live and die is all we have to do. COWPER-Hope. L. 127.
SIR JOHN DENHAM-Of Prudence. L. 93.
They don't mind it: its a reg'lar holiday to them-all porter and skittles. DICKENS —Pickwick Papers. Ch. XL, of original Ed.
(See also CALVERLY)
"Live, while you live," the epicure would say,
Lines written under Motto of his Family
Life is short, and time is swift;
Sooner or later that which is now life shall be poetry, and every fair and manly trait shall add a richer strain to the song. EMERSON—Letters and Social Aims. Poetry
and Imagination. 19
When life is true to the poles of nature, the streams of truth will roll through us in song. EMERSON-Letters and Social Aims. Poetry
and Imagination. Life's like an inn where travelers stay, Some only breakfast and away; Others to dinner stop, and are full fed; The oldest only sup and go to bed. Epitaph on tomb in Silkstone, England, to the memory of JOHN ELLIS. (1766)
(See also DRYDEN)
When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat;
DRYDEN-Aureng-Zebe. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend; The World's an Inn,and Deaththe journey's end.
DRYDEN—Palamon and Arcite. III. 887. (See also ELLIS, JENKYNS, QUARLES, SENECA;
also COMBE and SHENSTONE under INN)
Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
DRYDEN-Pythagorean Phil. L. 705.
Life's an Inn, my house will shew it;-
(See also Gay under EPITAPHS)
A little rule, a little sway,
(See also MONTENAEKIN)
Nulli desperandum, quam diu spirat.
No one is to be despaired of as long as he breathes. (While there is life there is hope.) ERASMUS—Colloq. Epicureus.
(See also CICERO under HOPE)
So likewise all this life of martall men,
(See also ACTING) Life is short, yet sweet.
Die uns das Leben gaben, herrliche Gefühle, Erstarren in dem irdischen Gewühle.
The fine emotions whence our lives we mold Lie in the earthly tumult dumb and cold. GOETHE-Faust. 1. 1. 286.
My worthy friend, gray are all theories
A useless life is an early death.
For like a child, sent with a fluttering light
TAR's Mantik-ut-Tair. (Bird Parliament.)
The King in a carriage may ride,
EDWARD FITZGERALD Chrononoros.
I would live the same life over if I had to live
again, And the chances are I go where most men go. ADAM LINDSAY GORDON.
(See also BROWNE) 19 Life is mostly froth and bubble;
Two things stand like stone: Kindness in another's trouble
Courage in our own. ADAM LINDSAY GORDON—Ye Weary Wayfarer. Finis Exoptatus.
(See also BACON)
We live merely on the crust or rind of things. FROUDE-Short Studies on Great Subjects. Lu
Along the cool sequestered vale of life,
(See also PORTEUS) Qui n'a pas vécu dans les années voisines de 1789 ne sait pas ce que c'est le palisir de vivre.
Whoever did not live in the years neighboring 1789 does not know what the pleasure of living means. TALLEYRAND to GUIZoT. GUIZOT—Memoirs
pour Servir a l'histoire de nous Temps. Vol.
I. P. 6. 22 Life's little ironies.
Thos. HARDY. Title of a collection of stories. 23 [George Herbert) a conspicuous example of plain living and high thinking. HAWEIS-Sermon on George Herbert. In Evenings for the People.
(See also WORDSWORTH) 24
Who but knows
How it goes!
Love's a last year's rose.
We are in this life as it were in another man's house. ... In heaven is our home, in the world is our Inn: do not so entertain thyself in the Inn of this world for a day as to have thy mind withdrawn from longing after thy heavenly home. GERHARD-Meditations. XXXVIII. (About 1630)
(See also DRYDEN, QUARLES)
I made a posy, while the day ran by:
My life within this band.
And wither'd in my hand. HERBERT-Life.
Life isn't all beer and skittles; but beer and skittles or something better of the same sort, must form a good part of every Englishman's education. THOMAS HUGHES—Tom Brown's Schooldays. Ch. II.
(See also CALVERLY) The chess-board is the world, the pieces are the phenomena of the universe, the rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us. HUXLEY-Liberal Education. In Science and Education.
(See also OMAR, TERENCE, WARE)
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all
, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary: poor, nasty, brutish, and short. THOMAS HOBBES—Leviathan. Pt. I. Of Man.
Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold;
trans. 7 For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and
Man! HOMER-Odyssey. Bk. VII. L. 263. POPE's
trans. 8 Vitæ summa brevis spem nos vetat inchoare
longam. Jam te premet nox, fabulæque Manes, Et domus exilis Plutonia.
The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home. HORACE—Carmina. I. 4. 15.
The drama's laws the drama's patrons give. This life of ours is a wild æolian harp of many a For we that live to please must please to live.
joyous strain, SAMUEL JOHNSON. Prologue to opening of But under them all there runs a loud perpetual Drury Lane Theatre. (1747)
wail, as of souls in pain. (See also BACON)
LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden Legend.
Pt. IV. St. 2.
Life is checkered shade and sunshine.
LONGFELLOW-Hiawatha. Pt. X. Hiawatha's L. 255.
Wooing. L. 265.
LONGFELLOW—Maidenhood. St. 9.
flow, And Swift expires a driveller and a show.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, SAMUEL JOHNSON—Vanity of Human Wishes.
Life is but an empty dream! L. 315.
LONGFELLOW-A Psalm of Life. St. 1.
(See also GOETHE) Catch, then, oh! catch the transient hour, Improve each moment as it flies;
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, Life's a short summer man a flower;
And our hearts, though stout and brave, He dies—alas! how soon he dies!
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave. SAMUEL JOHNSON–Winter. An Ode. L. 33.
LONGFELLOW-A Psalm of Life. St. 4. 5 Our whole life is like a play.
(See also BAUDELAIRE)
17 BEN JONSON—Discoveries de Vita Humana.
Thus at the flaming forge of life Festinat enim decurrere velox Our fortunes must be wrought; Flosculus angustæ miseræque brevissima vitæ Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Portio; dum bibimus dum serta unguenta puellas Each burning deed and thought! Poscimus obrepit non intellecta senectus.
LONGFELLOW—The Village Blacksmith. St. 8. The short bloom of our brief and narrow life
18 flies fast away. While we are calling for flow
Live and think. ers and wine and women, old age is upon us.
SAMUEL LOVER—Father Roach. JUVENAL—Satires. LX. 127.
7 A sacred burden is this life ye bear,
Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,
there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly; direction, Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin,
LOWELL-Among my Books. First Series. But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.
New England Two Centuries Ago.
Our life must once have end; in vain we fly
From following Fate; e'en now, e'en now, we die. I have fought my fight, I have lived my life,
LUCRETIUS-DeRerum Natura,3,1093(Creech tr.).
Vita dum superest, bene est.
Whilst life remains it is well.
MÆCENAS. Quoted by SENECA. Ep. 101. FRANZ Hals, The Laughing Cavalier.
(See also Quotations under HOPE.) La plupart des hommes emploient la première An ardent throng, we have wandered long, partie de leur vie à rendre l'autre misérable. We have searched the centuries through,
Most men employ the first part of life to In flaming pride, we have fought and died, make the other part miserable.
To keep its memory true. LA BRUYÈRE—Les Caractères. XI.
We fight and die, but our hopes beat high,
In spite of the toil and tears, Life will be lengthened while growing, for
For we catch the gleam of our vanished dream Thought is the measure of life.
Down the path of the Untrod Years. LELAND—The Return of the Gods. L. 85.
WILMA KATE MCFARLAND—The Untrod 11
Years. Pub. in Methodist Journal. July, What shall we call this undetermin'd state,
1912. This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless oceans, That whence we came, and that to which we tend? Victuros agimus semper, nec vivimus unquam.
LILLO-Arden of Feversham. Act III. Sc. 2. We are always beginning to live, but are (See also CARLYLE, MOORE, POPE, PRIOR, never living. WESLEY, YOUNG)
MANILIUS-Astronomica. IV. 899.