Part 68

LONGFELLOW.

35. You will go east, you will go west, To seek for what you will not find,-- A heart at peace with its own thoughts, A quiet and contented mind. You will seek high, you will seek low, But your search will be in vain.

LANDON.

36. A course of days composing happy months, And they as happy years; the present still So like the past, and both so firm a pledge Or a congenial future, that the wheels Of pleasure move without the aid of hope.

WORDSWORTH.

37. You will tread the path of fame, And barter peace to win a name.

S. G. GOODRICH.

38. Each hour, each minute of your life Shall be a golden holiday; and if a cloud O'ercast thee, 'twill be light as gossamer.

G. COLEMAN.

39. A little, and content; The faithful friend, and cheerful night, The social scene of dear delight, The conscience pure, the temper gay, The musing eve and busy day.

THOMAS WARTON.

40. Live where your father lived, die where he dies; Live happy, die happy.

POLLOK.

41. You'll use up life in anxious cares, To lay up hoards for future years.

GAY.

42. You think of all the bubbles men are chasing; They dream them worlds, because they're bright and fair; You sit down with your book, your fireside facing, And laugh to think of the wealth to which you are heir.

CRANCH.

43. Impell'd with steps unceasing to pursue Some fleeting good that mocks thee with the view.

GOLDSMITH.

44. You'll have a clear and competent estate, That you may live genteelly, but not great; As much as you can moderately spend, A little more, sometimes, to oblige a friend.

Pomfret's Choice.

45. Rich, hated; wise, suspected; scorn'd if poor; Great, feared; fair, tempted; high, still envied more.

SIR H. WOTTON.

46. GENTLEMAN.-- You love A blooming lady, a conspicuous flower, Admired for beauty, for her sweetness praised, Whom you have sensibility to love, Ambition to attempt, and skill to win.

WORDSWORTH.

46. LADY.--I fain would give to thee the loveliest things, For lovely things belong to thee of right.

J. R. LOWELL.

47. Oh, you will still enjoy the cheerful day, Till many years unheeded by have roll'd; Pleased in your age to trifle life away, And tell how much you loved ere you grew old.