Life is a smoke that curls—
Curls in a flickering skein,
That winds and whisks and whirls,
A figment thin and vain,
Into the vast inane.
One end for hut and hall.
One doth but break-fast here, another dine ; he
that lives longest does but suppe; we must all
goe to bed in another World.
Bishop Henshaw—Horw Subcessivoe. (1631)
P. 80.
| seealso = (See also Dryden, Quarles)
| topic = Life
| page = 446
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Let all live as they would die.
| author = Herbert
| work = Jacula Prudentum.
I made a posy, while the day ran by:
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
My life within this band.
But time did beckon to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away,
And wither'd in my hand.
| author = Herbert
| work = Life.
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is
worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor,
nasty, brutish, and short.
Thomas Hobbes—Leviathan. Pt. I. Of Man.
Ch. XVIII.
Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold;
Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,
Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,
Can bribe the poor possession of the day.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. IX. L. 524
| note = Pope's trans.
For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and
Man!
Homer—Odyssey. Bk. VII. L. 263
| note = Pope's trans.
Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat inchoare
Jam te premet nox, fabulaeque Manes,
Et domus exilis Plutonia.
The short span of life forbids us to spin
out hope to any length. Soon will night be
upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the
shadowy Plutonian home.
Horace—Carmina. I. 4. 15.
Hie potens sui
Lcetusque deget, cui licet in diem
Dixisse Vixi; eras vel atra
Nube polum pater occupato,
Vel sole puro, non tamen irritum
Quodcunque retro est efficiet.
That man lives happy and in command of
himself, who from day to day can say I have
lived. Whether clouds obscure, or the sun illumines the following day, that which is past
is beyond recall.
Horace—Carmina. III. 29. 41.
LIFE
Vivendi recte qui prorogat horam
Rusticus expectat dum defluat amnis; at ille
Labitur et labetur in omne volubilis aevum.
He who postpones the hour of living as he
ought, is like the rustic who waits for the
river to pass along (before he crosses); but it
glides on and will glide on forever.
Horace—Epistles. I. 2. 41.
Nee vixit male qui natus moriensque fefellit.
Nor has he spent his life badly who has
passed it in privacy.
Horace—Epistles. I. 17. 10.
Exacto contentus tempore vita cedat uti conviva satur.
Content with his past life, let him take leave
of life like a satiated guest.
Horace—Satires. I. 1. 118.
Life isn't all beer and skittles; but beer and
skittles or something better of the same sort,
must form a good part of every Englishman's
education.
Thomas Hughes—Tom Brown's Schooldays.
Ch. II. ^ eiBO Calveblt }})
| topic = Life
| page = 446
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>The chess-board is the world, the pieces are
the phenomena of the universe, the rules of the
game are what we call the laws of Nature. The
player on the other side is hidden from us.
Huxley—Liberal Education. In Science and
Education.
| seealso = (See also Omar, Terence, Ware)
| topic = Life
| page = 446
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>There is but halting for the wearied foot;
The better way is hidden. Faith hath failed;
One stronger far than reason mastered her.
It is not reason makes faith hard, but life.
Jean Ingelow—A Pastor's Letter to a Young
Poet. Pt. II. L. 231.
Study as if you were to live forever. Live as
if you were to die tomorrow.
Isidore of Seville.
A fair, where thousands meet, but none can stay;
An inn, where travellers bait, then post away.
Soame Jenkyns—Immortality of the Soul.
Translated from the Latin of Isaac Hawkins
Browne.
| seealso = (See also Dryden)
| topic = Life
| page = 446
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>All that a man hath will he give for his life.
Job. II. 4.
I would not live alway.
Job. VII. 16.
The land of the living.
Job. XXVIII. 13.
Learn that the present hour alone is man's.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Irene. Act III. Sc. 2.
L.33.
Reflect that life, like every other blessing,
Derives its value from its use alone.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Irene, Act III. Sc. 8.
L.28.
