ion is the gale.
_Essay on Man, Epistle II_. A. POPE.

I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
_Julius Caesar, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
_Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

"Life is not lost," said she, "for which is bought
Endlesse renowne."
_Faerie Queene, Bk. III. Canto XI_. E. SPENSER.

Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star
In God's eternal day.
_Autumnal Vespers_. B. TAYLOR.

There taught us how to live; and (oh, too high
The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.
_On the Death of Addison_. T. TICKELL.

Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone.
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs_. DR. I. WATTS.

LOSS.

For it so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost,
Why, then we rack the value, then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours.
_Much Ado about Nothing, Act iv. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
_In Memoriam, LXXVIII_. A. TENNYSON.

Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
_All's Well that Ends Well, Act v. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Though lost to sight, to memory dear
Thou ever wilt remain;
One only hope my heart can cheer,
The hope to meet again.
_Song: Though Lost to Sight_. G. LINLEY.

You take my house when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my life
When you do take the means whereby I live.
_Merchant of Venice, Act iv. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

The loss of wealth is loss of dirt,
As sages in all times assert;
The happy man's without a shirt.
_Be Merry, Friends_. J. HEYWOOD.

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost.
We seek it, ere it come to light,
In every cranny but the right.
_The Retired Cat_. W. COWPER.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss.
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
_King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act v. Sc_. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

LOVE.

What thing is love?--for (well I wot) love is a thing
It is a prick, it is a sting,
It is a pretty, pretty thing;