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"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_." _"Dum vivimus vivamus." (Motto of his Family Arms.)_ P. DODDRIDGE. A man's ingress into the world is naked and bare, His progress through the world is trouble and care; And lastly, his egress out of the world, is nobody knows where. If we do well here, we shall do well there; I can tell you no more if I preach a whole year. _Eccentricities, Vol. I_. J. EDWIN. 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. _Grongar Hill_. J. DYER. So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap _Paradise Lost, Bk. XI_. MILTON. Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name. _Old Mortality: Chapter Head_. SIR W. SCOTT. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan. _Essay on Man, Epistle I_. A. POPE. The world's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and nature do with actors fill. _Apology for Actors_. T. HEYWOOD. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life is but a walking shadow; a poor player. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. _Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 5_ SHAKESPEARE. The web of our life is of a mingled Yarn, good and ill together. _All's Well that Ends Well, Act iv. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE. And what's a life?--a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age. _What is Life_? P. QUARLES. An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labor, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven! _The Seasons: Spring_. J. THOMSON. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but pass
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