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BEGETS OTHERS.

A lie must be thatched with another, or it will soon rain through. Owen.

He who tells a lie is not sensible how great a task he undertakes; for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one. Pope.

SOURCE OF CRIME.

No villainy or flagitious action was ever yet committed but, upon a due enquiry into the causes of it, it will be found that a lie was first or last the principal engine to effect it. South. DEFINITION OF A.

A lie has no legs and cannot stand; but it has wings, and can fly far and wide. Warburton.

A BREACH OF PROMISE.

A lie is a breach of promise: for whoever seriously addresses his discourse to another tacitly promises to speak the truth, because he knows that truth is expected. TREATMENT OF A.

Paley

When first found in a lie, talk to him of it as a strange, monstrous matter, and so shame him out of it. Locke. VIGOR OF A.

When once the world has got hold of a lie it is astonishing how hard it is to get it out of the world. You beat it about the head, and it seems to have given up the ghost; and lo! the next day-like Zachary Taylor, who did not know when he was whipped by Santa Anna-it is alive, and as lusty as ever. Wm. Matthews.

Burns.

Ibid.

LIFE.
Life is but a day at most.
O life! thou art a galling load
Along a rough, a weary road.
Life is a journey;-on we go
Thro' many a scene of joy and woe.
Wm. Combe.

O life, thou nothing's younger brother!
So like, that we may take the one for t'other!
Dream of a shadow! a reflection made
From the fa:se glories of the gay reflected
bow,

Is a more solid thing than thou! Cowley.
When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat;
Yet fool'd with hope men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay;
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse, and while it says, we shall be
blest

With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. Dryden.

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Life is a warfare.

Life is a navigation.

Seneca.

Life is as tedious as a twice told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Thy life's a miracle.
Life is a shuttle.

Ibid.

AWFULNESS OF.

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Oft in my way have I
Stood still, though but a casual passenger,
So much I felt the awfulness of life.

THE BEST.

Wordsworth.

We live in deeds, not years-in thoughts,

not breaths

In feeling, not in figures on a dial

We count time by heart-throbs. He most lives

Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the

best.
THE BEST PART of.

Bailey.

The best part of one's life is the performance of his daily duties. All higher moShakespeare. tives, ideals, conceptions, sentiments in a man are of no account if they do not come Ibid. forward to strengthen him for the better discharge of the duties which devolve upon him in the ordinary affairs of life.

Ibid.

When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and best, but like a froward child, that must be played with, and humoured a little to keep it quiet, till it falls asleep, and then the care is over. Sir W. Temple. ACCOMPANIMENTS OF.

Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites.

Hell threatens.
AFFECTIONs of.

Young.

Life is made up not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations given habitually, are what win and preserve the Sir H. Davy. heart and secure comfort. DIFFERENT AGES OF.

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At twenty years of age the will reigns; at thirty, the wit; and at forty, the judgment. And was born to suffer and to fear. Prior.

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If this life is unhappy it is a burden to us, Looks cheerful when one carries in one's which it is difficult to bear; if it is in every respect happy, it is dreadful to be deprived of it; so that in either case the result is the same, for we must exist in anxiety and apprehension. La Bruyere.

The unalienable treasure.
A CHRISTIAN.

Christian life consists in faith and charity.

Luther.

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Men deal with life as children with their
play,

Who first misuse, and then cast their toys
away.
Cowper.
DECLINE OF.

ENJOYMENT OF..

The ready way to the right enjoyment of life is, by a prospect towards another, to have but a very mean opinion of it. Addison.

Like some fair hum'rists, life is most enjoy'd

When courted least; most worth, when disesteemed. Young.

ESTIMATE OF.

There appears to exist a greater desire to live long than to live well! Measure by man's desires, he cannot live long enough; measure by his good deeds, and he has not This tide of man's life after it once turn-lived long enough; measure by his evil eth and declineth ever runneth with a per- deeds, and he has lived too long. petual ebb and falling stream, but never floweth again. Sir W. Raleigh. DEFINITION OF.

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A flower that does with opening morn arise,
And, flourishing the day, at evening dies;
A wing'd Eastern blast, just skimming o'er
The ocean's brow, and sinking on the shore:
A fire, whose flames through crackling
stubble fly,

A meteor shooting down the summer sky;
A bowl adown the bending mountain roll'd;
A bubble breaking, and a fable told;
A noon-tide shadow, and a midnight dream,
Are emblems which, with semblance apt,
proclaim

Our earthly course.

EMPTINESS OF.

O frail estate of human things!

EVANESCENCE of.

Zimmerman.

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

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As it is the chief concern of wise men to retrench the evils of life by the reasonings of philosophy, it is the employment of fools

to multiply them by the sentiments of su

perstition.

FRAILTY OF.

Addison.

What art thou, life, that we must court thy stay?

A breath one single gasp must puff away!
A short-lived flower, that with the day must
fade!

A fleeting vapour, and an empty shade!
A stream that silently but swiftly glides
To meet eternity's immeasured tides!
Prior. A being, lost alike by pain or joy?
A fly can kill it, or a worm destroy!
Impair'd by labour, and by ease undone,
Commenced in tears, and ended in a groan.
Brome.
A FRUITFUL.

Now to our cost your emptiness we know.
Dryden.
GRAND ENd of.

The end of life is to be like unto God; and the soul following God, will be like unto him; He being the beginning, middle and end of all things Socrates.

Far more valued is the vine that bends
Beneath its swelling clusters, than the dark
And joyous ivy, round the cloister's wall
Wreathing its barren arms. Southey.

A GOOD.

ALL A MIST.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but whilst thou On what strange grounds we build our hopes liv'st

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Our senses, our appetites, and our passions, are our lawful and faithful guides in most things that relate solely to this life; and therefore, by the hourly necessity of consulting them, we gradually sink into an implicit submission and habitual confidence.

BEARING THE ILLS OF.

Johnson.

and fears;

Man's life is all a mist, and in the dark
Our fortunes meet us.

Whether we drive, or whether we are
driven,

If ill, 'tis ours; if good, the act of heaven.
Dryden.

MORNING OF.

Oh life! how pleasant is thy morning,
Young fancy's rays the hills adorning!
Cold-pausing caution's lesson scorning,
We frisk away,

To joy or play.

Burns.

There are three modes of bearing the ills Like school boys, at the expected warning, of life; by indifference, which is most common; by philosophy, which is most ostentatious; and by religion, which is the most effectual.

AN INTERlude.

Life is a weary interlude

Colton.

Which doth short joys long woes include;
The world the stage, the prologue tears;
The acts vain hopes and varied fears;
The scene shuts up with loss of breath,
And leaves no epilogue but death.

Bishop King.

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MAKING Most of.

No man can promise himself even fifty years of life, but any man may, if he please, live in the proportion of fifty year in forty: let him rise early, that he may have the day before him; and let him make the most of the day, by determining to spend it on two sorts of acquaintance only; those y whom something may be got, and the from whom something may be learnt. Colton. BUT ONE.

Not many lives, but only one, have we-
Frail fleeting man!

How sacred should that one life ever be-
That narrow span

Day after day fill'd up with blessed toil,
Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil!

FIRST PARt of.

H. Bonar.

I highly approve the end and intent of Pythagoras' injunction, which is to dedicate the first part of life more to hear and learn, in order to collect materials out of which to form opinions founded on proper lights, and well examined, sound princi ples; than to be presuming, prompt and flippant in hazarding one's own slight crude notions of things; and then by exposing the nakedness and emptiness of the mind, like a house opened to company before it is fitted either with necessaries or any ornament for their reception and enter

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And give to God each moment as it flies.
Lord in my views let both united be;
I live in pleasure when I live in thee.

He lives long that lives well, and time misspent is not lived, but lost. Besides, God is better than his promise, if he takes from Philip Doddridge. | him a long lease, and gives him a freehold of greater value.

MONITORY PRECEPTS OF.

Sink not beneath imaginary sorrows,
Call to your aid your courage and your
wisdom;

A RULE OF.

Then let us fill

Fuller.

Think not on sudden change of human With all the virtues we can crowd into it. This little interval, this pause of life,

scenes;

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FOUR SEASONS OF.
Four seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man;
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span;
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honey'd-cud of youthful thought
he loves

To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto Heaven; quiet coves
His soul hath in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness-to let fair things

Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
Keats.

A SHORT.
In small proportion we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.
Ben Jonson.

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