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On entre, on crie,

Still ending, and beginning

still. Et c'est la vie!

CowPER—Task. Bk. III. L. 627.
On bâille, on sort,
Et c'est la mort!

What is it but a map of busy life,
We come and we cry, and that is life; we Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?
yawn and we depart, and that is death!

CowPER—Task. Bk. IV. L. 55. AUSONE DE CHANCELLines 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. CICEROPhilippicæ. 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. CICEROTusculanarum 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

To know, to esteem, to love,--and then to part,
Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart. Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
COLERIDGE-On Taking Leave of

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.
This life's a hollow bubble,

DANTEInferno. I.
Don't you know?

Questo misero modo Just a painted piece of trouble,

Tengon l'anime triste di coloro
Don't you know?

Che visser senza infamia e senza lodo.
We come to earth to cry,

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 COWLEYTo Dr. Scarborough.

WILLIAM DE MORGANJoseph 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.









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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,
"And seize the pleasures of the present day;".
"Live, while you live," the sacred preacher cries,
“And give to God each moment as it flies.”
"Lord, in my views let both united be;
I live in pleasure, when I live to Thee.'
PHILIP DODDRIDGE-"Dum vivimus vivamus."

Lines written under Motto of his Family

Life is short, and time is swift;
Roses fade, and shadows shift.


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. EMERSONLetters 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)



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When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat;
Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit.

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.

DRYDENPalamon 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;-
I thought so once, but now I know it.
Epitaphs printed by Mr. FAIRLEY. Epitaph-
iana. (Ed. 1875) On an Innkeeper at Eton.
The lines that follow are like those of

(See also Gay under EPITAPHS)
This world's a city full of crooked streets,
Death's the market-place where all men meet;
If life were merchandise that men should buy,
The rich would always live, the poor might die.
Epitaph to JOHN GADSDEN, died 1739, in Stoke
Goldington, England. See E. R. ŚUFFLING
-Epitaphia. P. 401. On P. 405 is a
Scotch version of 1689. Same idea in Gay.
The Messenger of Mortality, in Ancient
Poems, Ballals, and Songs of the Peasantry.
A suggestion from CHAUCER's Knight's Tale.
Two Noble Kinsmen. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 15.
WALLER—Divine Poems.

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A little rule, a little sway,
A sunbeam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.
JOHN DYER-Grongar Hill. L. 89.


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,
What is it but a certaine kynde of stage plaie?
Where men come forthe disguised one in one

An other in an other eche plaiying his part.
ERASMUS — Praise of Folie. CHALLONER’s
Trans. (1549) P. 43.

(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.

Grau, theurer Freund, ist alle Theorie
Und grün des Lebens goldner Baum.

My worthy friend, gray are all theories
And green alone Life's golden tree.
GOETHE-Faust. I. 4. 515.

Ein unnütz Leben ist ein früher Tod.

A useless life is an early death.
GOETHE-Iphigenia auf Tauris. I. 2. 63.




For like a child, sent with a fluttering light
To feel his way along a gusty night,
Man walks the world. Again, and yet again,
The lamp shall be by fits of passion slain;
But shall not He who sent him from the door
Relight the lamp once more, and yet once more?
EDWARD FITZGERALD-Translation of Ar-

TAR's Mantik-ut-Tair. (Bird Parliament.)
In Letters and Literary Remains of Fitz-
Gerald. Vol. II. P. 457.

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The King in a carriage may ride,
And the Beggar may crawl at his side;
But in the general race,
They are traveling all the same pace.



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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





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Along the cool sequestered vale of life,
They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.
GRAY-Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 19.

(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!
Life's a last year's Nightingale,

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)


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I made a posy, while the day ran by:
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie

My life within this band.
But time did beckon to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away,

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.


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.



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Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold;
Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,
Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,
Can bribe the poor possession of the day.
HOMERIliad. Bk. LX. L. 524. POPE's

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.

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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.
"Enlarge my life with multitude of days!"
In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays:
Hides from himself its state, and shuns to know, Love is sunshine, hate is shadow,
That life protracted is protracted woe.

Life is checkered shade and sunshine.
SAMUEL JOHNSON-Vanity of Human Wishes.

LONGFELLOW-Hiawatha. Pt. X. Hiawatha's L. 255.

Wooing. L. 265.
In life's last scene what prodigies surprise, Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!
Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise!

LONGFELLOWMaidenhood. St. 9.
From Marlborough's eyes the streams of dotage

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.


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.

LONGFELLOWThe 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.
FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE-Lines to the Young
Gentlemen leaving the Lennox Academy, Mass.

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.).
I have drunk my share of wine;
From Trier to Coln there was never a knight
Led a merrier life than mine.

Vita dum superest, bene est.
KINGSLEY - The Knight's Leap.

Whilst life remains it is well.
Similar lines appear under the picture of

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.


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.








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