Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
I will touch
My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
And so wilt thou. Thus from these lips of mine
My message will go kissingly to thine.
With more than Fancy's load of luxury,
And prove a true love-letter.
_Sonnet (With a Letter)_. J.G. SAXE.
Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.
_Twelfth Night, Act ii. Sc_. 5. SHAKESPEARE.
Go, little letter, apace, apace,
Fly;
Fly to the light in the valley below--
Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye.
_The Letter_. A. TENNYSON.
LIFE.
Let observation, with extensive view,
Survey mankind from China to Peru;
Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife,
And watch the busy scenes of crowded life.
_The Vanity of Human Wishes_. DR. S. JOHNSON.
It matters not how long we live, but how.
_Festus, Sc. Wood and Water_. P.J. BAILEY.
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st
Live well; how long or short permit to heaven.
_Paradise Lost, Bk, XI_. MILTON.
All is concentred in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.
_Childe Harold, Canto III_. LORD BYRON.
Life for delays and doubts no time does give,
None ever yet made haste enough to live.
_Martial, Liber II_.
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