C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | Hours |
| Hours are golden linksGods tokens reaching heaven. Dickens. | 1 |
| Catch, then, oh! catch the transient hour, |
| Improve each moment as it flies; |
| Lifes a short summerman a flower, |
| He diesalas! how soon he dies! |
Dr. Johnson. | 2 | |
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