Recipe for a happy life . end. — Longfellow. There are as many pleasant things. As many pleasant tonesFor those who dwell by cottage hearths. As those who sit on thrones. — Phcebe Cary. Pleasure and ad:ion make the hours seem short. — Shakespeare. Ql^uf (3^8 B^oufb moiBfencb 6e<Wif 3 « fiquor mabe from ^rue ^feaButeet»3ic3 reioice i^ 3earf (Recipe for a Ctue (J)Pea0ute0 A man should endeavour * * * to make the sphereof his innocent pleasures as wide as possible, that he may-retire into them with safety, and find in them such asatisfad:ion as a wise man would not blush to take. Addison. Live
Recipe for a happy life . end. — Longfellow. There are as many pleasant things. As many pleasant tonesFor those who dwell by cottage hearths. As those who sit on thrones. — Phcebe Cary. Pleasure and ad:ion make the hours seem short. — Shakespeare. Ql^uf (3^8 B^oufb moiBfencb 6e<Wif 3 « fiquor mabe from ^rue ^feaButeet»3ic3 reioice i^ 3earf (Recipe for a Ctue (J)Pea0ute0 A man should endeavour * * * to make the sphereof his innocent pleasures as wide as possible, that he may-retire into them with safety, and find in them such asatisfad:ion as a wise man would not blush to take. Addison. Live while you live, the epicure would say,And seize the pleasures of the present day;Live while you live, the sacred preacher give to God each moment as it flies;Lord, in my views let both united be;I live in pleasure, when I live to thee. — Doddridge. Know, dear little one, that Heaven Does no earthly thing disdain, Mans poor joys find there an echo Just as surely as his pain. Proctor. J^<^PP2 ^^f^ 37. Bot>e^0 QYla^c ®rop0 Love and Light^?^^HERE are many kinds of love, as many kinds of (T light. ^^^ And every kind of love makes a glory in the night. There is love that stirs the heart, and love that gives it rest, But the love that leads life upward is the noblest and the best. ^^ .^ — Van Dyke. Be strong to love, O Heart! Love knows not wrong;Didst thou love — creatures even, Life were not long;Didst thou love God in heaven, Thou wouldst be strong! — Proctor. Loves a pleasure, solid, real. Nothing fanciful, ideal, T is the bliss of humankind. — Thomas Chatterton. iKttattcnt ^t>e^0 QYla^ic ©rope The Prison and the Angel Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul; Love is the only angel who can bid the gates unroll; And when he comes to call thee, arise and follow fast; His way may lie through darkness, but it leads to light at last. —Van Dyke. What is love? Tis Natures treasure, Tis the storehouse of her joys;Tis the highest heaven
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