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| I am not what I once was. Horace. | 1 |
| All things human change. Tennyson. | 2 |
| Nought may endure but mutability. Shelley. | 3 |
| Revolutions are not made; they come. Wendell Phillips. | 4 |
| Do not think that years leave us and find us the same! Lord Lytton. | 5 |
| Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway. Spenser. | 6 |
| Change generally pleases the rich. Horace. | 7 |
| | And one by one in turn, some grand mistake |
| Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake. |
Byron. | 8 |
| What I possess I would gladly retain; change amuses the mind, yet scarcely profits. Goethe. | 9 |
| In this world of change, nought which comes stays, and nought which goes is last. Mme. Swetchine. | 10 |
| | All things must change |
| To something new, to something strange. |
Longfellow. | 11 |
| Passing away is written on the world, and all the world contains. Mrs. Hemans. | 12 |
| | As hope and fear alternate chase |
| Our course through lifes uncertain race. |
Scott. | 13 |
| Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure. Robert Browning. | 14 |
| | To the mind, |
| Which is itself, no changes bring surprise. |
Byron. | 15 |
| Nothing maintains its bloom forever; age succeeds age. Cicero. | 16 |
| Bodies are slow of growth, but are rapid in their dissolution. Tacitus. | 17 |
| As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections. Mrs. Jameson. | 18 |
| The lazy ox wishes for horse-trappings, and the steed wishes to plough. Horace. | 19 |
| | The stone that is rolling can gather no moss. |
| Who often removeth is suer of loss. |
Tusser. | 20 |
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| He pulls down, he builds up, he changes squares into circles. Horace. | 21 |
| The world is a scene of changes, and to be constant in nature were inconstancy. Cowley. | 22 |
| | I am not now |
| That which I have been. |
Byron. | 23 |
| The great world spins forever down the ringing grooves of change. Tennyson. | 24 |
| | Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes, |
| Tenets with books and principles with times. |
Pope. | 25 |
| Changing hands without changing measures is as if a drunkard in a dropsy should change his doctors, and not his diet. Saville. | 26 |
| There is nothing in the world that remains unchanged. All things are in perpetual flux, and every shadow is seen to move. Ovid. | 27 |
| | Weep not that the world changesdid it keep |
| A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. |
Bryant. | 28 |
| Believe, if thou wilt, that mountains change their places, but believe not that man changes his nature. Mohammed. | 29 |
| | Alack, this world |
| Is full of change, change, changenothing but change! |
D. M. Mulock. | 30 |
| | This world is not for aye, nor tis not strange |
| That even our loves should with our fortunes change. |
Shakespeare. | 31 |
| Can any one find out in what condition his body will be, I do not say a year hence, but this evening? Cicero. | 32 |
| There is nothing better fitted to delight the reader than change of circumstances and varieties of fortune. Cicero. | 33 |
| | The world goes up and the world goes down, |
| And the sunshine follows the rain; |
| And yesterdays sneer and yesterdays frown |
| Can never come over again. |
Charles Kingsley. | 34 |
| He is less likely to be mistaken who looks forward to a change in the affairs of the world than he who regards them as firm and stable. Guicciardini. | 35 |
| | All thats bright must fade |
| The brightest still the fleetest; |
| All thats sweet was made |
| But to be lost when sweetest. |
Moore. | 36 |
| | Tis well to be merry and wise, |
| Tis well to be honest and true; |
| Tis well to be off with the old love |
| Before you are on with the new. |
Maturin. | 37 |
| | Weary the cloud falleth out of the sky, |
| Dreary the leaf lieth low. |
| All things must come to the earth by and by, |
| Out of which all things grow. |
Lord Lytton. | 38 |
| | Thus times do shift; each thing his turne does hold; |
| New things succeed, as former things grow old. |
Herrick. | 39 |
| | Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, |
| Old Time is still a flying; |
| And that same flower that blooms to-day, |
| To-morrow shall be dying. |
Herrick. | 40 |
| As the blessings of health, and fortune have a beginning, so they must also find an end. Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay. Sallust. | 41 |
| | Ships, wealth, general confidence |
| All were his; |
| He counted them at break of day, |
| And when the sun set! where were they? |
Byron. | 42 |
| Everything that is created is changed by the laws of man; the earth does not know itself in the revolution of years; even the races of man assume various forms in the course of ages. Manilius. | 43 |
| | So many great nobles, things, administrations, |
| So many high chieftains, so many brave nations, |
| So many proud princes, and powers so splendid, |
| In a moment, a twinkling, all utterly ended. |
Abraham Coles. | 44 |
| We do not know either unalloyed happiness or unmitigated misfortune. Everything in this world is a tangled yarn; we taste nothing in its purity; we do not remain two moments in the same state. Our affections as well as bodies, are in a perpetual flux. Rousseau. | 45 |
| | Time fleeth on, |
| Youth soon is gone, |
| Naught earthly may abide; |
| Life seemeth fast, |
| But may not last |
| It runs as runs the tide. |
Leland. | 46 |
| To-day is not yesterday; we ourselves change; how can our works and thoughts if they are always to be the fittest, continue always the same? Change, indeed, is painful; yet ever needful; and if memory have its force and worth, so also has hope. Carlyle. | 47 |
| | Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows |
| Like the wave; |
| Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men. |
| Love lends life a little grace, |
| A few sad smiles; and then, |
| Both are laid in one cold place, |
| In the grave. |
Matthew Arnold. | 48 |
| | This is the state of man: To-day he puts forth |
| The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms, |
| And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; |
| The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, |
| And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely |
| His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root |
| And then he falls, as I do. |
Shakespeare. | 49 |
| The life of any one can by no means be changed after death; an evil life can in no wise be converted into a good life, or an infernal into an angelic life: because every spirit, from head to foot, is of the character of his love, and, therefore, of his life; and to convert this life into its opposite would be to destroy the spirit utterly. Swedenborg. | 50 |
| Such are the vicissitudes of the world, through all its parts, that day and night, labor and rest, hurry and retirement, endear each other; such are the changes that keep the mind in action: we desire, we pursue, we obtain, we are satiated; we desire something else and begin a new pursuit. Johnson. | 51 |
| | All things that we ordained festival, |
| Turn from their office to black funeral; |
| Our instruments to melancholy bells, |
| Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, |
| Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, |
| Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, |
| And all things change them to the contrary. |
Shakespeare. | 52 |
| Perfection is immutable. But for things imperfect, change is the way to perfect them. It gets the name of wilfulness when it will not admit of a lawful change to the better. Therefore constancy without knowledge cannot be always good. In things ill it is not virtue, but an absolute vice. Feltham. | 53 |
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