Op bliss, and pregnant with delight! Liberty, thou goddess, heavenly bright, Eternal Pleasures in thy presence reign, ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, ПIS "TIS vain my tongue cannot impart Survey'd Earth, Ocean, Sun, and Sky, MOTO Cheerfulness the handmaid of their toil; OTION was in their days, Rest in their slumbers, Nor yet too many nor too few their numbers; Serene, not sullen, were the Solitudes Of this unsighing people of the woods. you would be known, and not know, vegetate in a in a City. Life.- La Bruyère. THERE is a time which precedes Reason, when, like other animals, we live by instinct alone; of which the Memory retains no vestiges. There is a second term, when Reason discovers itself, when it is formed, and might act, if it were not hoodwinked, as it were, and manacled by vices of the Constitution, and a chain of Passions, which succeed one another, till the third and last age: Reason then being in its full force, naturally should assert its Dignity, and control the appetites; but it is impaired and benumbed by years, sickness, and pains, and shattered by the disorder of the declining Machine; yet these years, with their several imperfec tions, constitute the Life of Man. Life. ALL the world's a Stage, Shakespeare. And all the men and women merely Players; And then the whining School-boy, with his satchel, Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the Justice, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his Part. The sixth age shifts S it is the chief concern of wise men to retrench the A evils of Life by the reasonings of Philosophy, it is the employment of fools to multiply them by the sentiments of Superstition. Ꭱ EASON thus with Life: A breath thou art, That dost this Habitation, where thou keep'st, Are nurs'd by Baseness: Thou art by no means valiant; Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep, Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou art not certain; For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, And Death unloads thee: Friends hast thou none; Do curse the Gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed Youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, To make thy riches pleasant. Yet in this life THE Life. Addison. HE ready way to the right enjoyment of life is, by a prospect towards another, to have but a very mean opinion of it. THE A HE vanity of Human Life is like a River, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on. HIS is the state of Man; to-day he puts forth A FLOWER that does with opening morn arise, A winged Eastern Blast, just skimming o'er A Fire, whose flames through crackling stubble fly, A Noon-tide Shadow, and a Midnight Dream; MAN is thirty years old before he has any settled thoughts of his Fortune; it is not completed before fifty; he falls a building in his old age, and dies by that time his House is in a condition to be painted and glazed. THERE still are many rainbows in your sky; But mine have vanish'd. All, when Life is new, Commence with feelings warm, and prospects high; But Time strips our Illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake, Casts off its bright skin yearly like the Snake. The love, that leaves, where'er it lights, B My primo od life in wandering spent and care: UT me, not destin'd such delights to share, My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, IF you suppress the exorbitant love of Pleasure and IFa A MBITION was my idol, which was broken this Life is unhappy, it is a Burden to us 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, THE HERE is no fooling with Life, when it is once turned beyond forty: the seeking of a fortune then is but a desperate after-game: it is a hundred to one if a man fling two sixes, and recover all; especially if his hand be no luckier than mine. WILL Fortune never come with both hands full, She either gives a stomach, and no food,- |