igh._

If the first death be the mistress of mortals, and the mistress of the
universe, reflect then on the brevity of life. "I have been, and that is
all," said Saladin the Great, who was conqueror of the East. The longest
liver had but a handful of days, and life itself is but a circle, always
beginning where it ends.--_Henry Mayhew._

Why all this toil for the triumphs of an hour?--_Young._

The cradle and the tomb, alas! so nigh.--_Prior._

Life's short summer--man is but a flower.--_Johnson._

Man lives only to shiver and perspire.--_Sydney Smith._

O frail estate of human things!--_Dryden._

Many think themselves to be truly God-fearing when they call this world
a valley of tears. But I believe they would be more so, if they called
it a happy valley. God is more pleased with those who think everything
right in the world, than with those who think nothing right. With so
many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a
place of sorrow and torment?--_Richter._

Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to
enjoyment.--_Johnson._

We never live: we are always in the expectation of living.--_Voltaire._

Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so
grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.--_Augusta
Evans._

~Light.~--Science and art may invent splendid modes of illuminating the
apartments of the opulent; but these are all poor and worthless compared
with the light which the sun sends into our windows, which he pours
freely, impartially, over hill and valley, which kindles daily the
eastern and western sky; and so the common lights of reason and
conscience and love are of more worth and dignity than the rare
endowments which give celebrity to a few.--_Dr. Channing._

More light!--_Goethe's last words._

Light! Nature's resplendent robe; without whose vesting beauty all were
wrapt in gloom.--_Thomson._

Hail! holy light, offspring of heaven, first born!--_Milton._

We should render thanks to God for having produced this temporal light,
which is the smile of heaven and joy of the world, spreading it like a
cloth of gold over the face of the air and earth, and lighting it as a
torch, by which we might behold his works.--_Caussin._

~Likeness.~--Like, but oh, how different!--_Wordsworth._

~Lips.~--Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.--_Bailey._

He kissed me hard, as though he'd pluck up kisses by the roots that grew
upon my li