LIFE'S BREVITY. 55 LIFE'S BREVITY. MARK that swift arrow! how it cuts the air, If thou canst call it back, or stay it there. Fool! 'tis thy life, and the fond archer thou. I'll bid thee fetch but yesterday, Our life is carried with too strong a tide; But his past life who without grief can see; To outlive Nestor in a day. A. Cowley. 56 SIC VITÆ. SIC VITÆ. WHAT is the existence of man's life, Till Death's cold hand signs his release? It is a storm-where the hot blood It is a flower-which buds, and grows, It is a dream-whose seeming truth SIC VITE. It is a dial-which points out It is a weary interlude Which doth short joys, long woes, include; Dr. Henry King. 57 58 SWEET AND BITTER. SWEET AND BITTER. SWEET is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the broom flower, but yet sour enough; E. Spenser. ILLUSIONS. ILLUSIONS. A GOOD that never satisfies the mind, A sweet with floods of gall, that run combin'd, W. Drummond. 59 |