_Iliad, Bk. V_. HOMER. _Trans. of POPE_.
Be wise with speed:
A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
_Love of Fame, Satire II_. DR. E. YOUNG.
What tho' short thy date?
Virtue, not rolling suns, the mind matures.
That life is long which answers life's great end.
The time that bears no fruit deserves no name.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
In hoary youth Methusalems may die;
O, how misdated on their flatt'ring tombs!
_Night Thoughts, Night V_. DR. E. YOUNG.
Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
_Childe Harold, Canto IV_. LORD BYRON.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground:
Another race the following spring supplies;
They fall successive, and successive rise.
_Iliad, Bk. VI_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
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Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled;
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
_Essay on Man, Epistle II_. A. POPE.
MANNERS.
Those graceful acts,
Those thousand decencies that daily flow
From all her words and actions.
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