1 On entre, on crie, On bâille, on sort, Et c'est la mort! We come and we cry, and that is life; we yawn and we depart, and that is death! AUSONE DE CHANCEL-Lines in an Album. (1836) (See also DE PIIS, SAXE) However, while I crawl upon this planet I think myself obliged to do what good I can in my narrow domestic sphere, to all my fellowcreatures, and to wish them all the good I cannot do. CHESTERFIELD-In a letter to the Bishop of Waterford, Jan. 22, 1780. 3 (See First Quotation) 13 Still ending, and beginning still. COWPER-Task. Bk. III. L. 627. 14 What is it but a map of busy life, 15 Let's learn to live, for we must die alone. CRABBE-Borough. Letter X. 16 Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views, 17 Life's bloomy flush was lost. CRABBE-Parish Register. Pt. II. 453. (See also GOLDSMITH) 18 Life is not measured by the time we live. CRABBE-Village. Bk. II. 19 Chaque instant de la vie est un pas vers la mort. Every moment of life is a step toward the grave. CRÉBILLON-Tite et Bérénice. I. 5. 20 Non è necessario Vivere, si scolpire olte quel termine Nostro nome: questo è necessario. It is not necessary to live, But to carve our names beyond that point, GABRIELE d'ANNUNZIO-Canzone di Umberto 21 Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita Che la diritta via era smarrita. In the midway of this our mortal life, 22 Questo misero modo Tengon l'anime triste di coloro Che visser senza infamia e senza lodo. This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise. DANTE-Inferno. III. 36. 23 There are two distinct classes of people in the world; those that feel that they themselves are in a body; and those that feel that they themselves are a body, with something working it. I feel like the contents of a bottle, and am curious to know what will happen when the bottle is uncorked. Perhaps I shall be mousseux-who knows? Now I know that many people feel like a strong moving engine, selfstoking, and often so anxious to keep the fire going that they put too much fuel on, and it has to be raked out and have the bars cleared. WILLIAM DE MORGAN Joseph Vance. Ch. XL. 24 Learn to live well, that thou may'st die so too; To live and die is all we have to do. SIR JOHN DENHAM-Of Prudence. L. 93. Life's an Inn, my house will shew it;- 22 (See also GAY under EPITAPHS) This world's a city full of crooked streets, 23 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) |