(1785)
LIFE
A lady occupied a whole year in searching for and fitting the following lines from English and American poets. The whole reads almost as if written at one time and by one author:
Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour?
—Young
Life’s a short summer—man is but a flower;
—Dr. Johnson
By turns we catch the fatal breath and die
—Pope
The cradle and the tomb, alas! so nigh!