Recast the following sentences to eliminate the clashing of literal and figurative elements: Life is like a rich treasure entrusted to us, and to sustain it we must have three square meals a day.

Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill, Supplied wi' store o' water, The heapet happer's ebbing still, And still the clap plays clatter, Hear me, ye venerable core, As counsel for poor mortals That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door For glaikit Folly's portals; I for their thoughtless, careless sakes Would here propone defences Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes, Their failings and mischances.

"Life is like this," she said at last, "human nature is full of mischief.

"At the end of the play, after the Epilogue, are written the three following Epigrams: A freemans life is like a pilgrimage: What's his life then that lives in mariage?

His life is like a hawk's, the best part mewed; and if he live till three coats, is a master.

The zodiac of his life is like that of the sun, marry not half so glorious.

His whole life is like a preposterous ague in which he has his hot fit always before his cold one, and is never in a constant temper.

life is like a sweet-shop, where there is a great variety of things, odd in shape and diverse in colorone and all made from the same paste.

The room was just as we had left it an April evening years ago, and on the dresser lay the great backgammon board, so dusty that one could not read the lettering on it; 'Life is like a game of hazard; the skilful player will make something of the worst of throws'; but what unskillful players we had been, how bad our throws, how little we had made of them!

Like everybody else, I thought the whole thing was idiotic; but life is like that, as far as I can see! ...

And life is like that.

And her son's life is like her owna most pure, joyous, valiant little epic.

My Life is like the Summer Rose.

Shall I tell you what life is like?"

Human life is like a river Its brightness lasts not on for ever That dances from its native braes, As pure as maidhood's early days; But soon, with dark and sullen motion, It rolls into its funeral ocean, And those whose currents are the slightest, And shortest run, are aye the brightest: So is our lifeits latest wave Rolls dark and solemn to the grave.

His passage through life is like that of a bird through the air, and his final cause appears merely to be that of sustaining the worms in his costly tomb.

Life is like a great tree which casts forth on every side its far-spreading branches.

This new life is like that of our risen Savior, first, in the manner of His resurrection.

Life is like that!

Life is like a ladder.

Life is like a poker game.

Our life is like that: we rise for an instant into the light of life, we fall again beneath the waves; but all the while the soul pursues her real track unseen and unsuspected, as the gliding sea-beast cuts the green ocean twilight, or wanders among rocks and hidden slopes fringed with the branching ribbons, the delicate tangles of brine-fed groves.

Therefore organic life is like balancing a pole on one's hand; it must be kept in continual motion, and have a constant supply of matter of which it is continually and endlessly in need.

In different parts of the countryin Cumberland and Cornwall, in Croyland Abbey, in Llangollen Churchyard, in Melton Mowbrayare to be found lines more or less resembling the following: 'Man's life is like unto a winter's day, Some break their fast and so depart away, Others stay dinner then depart full fed, The longest age but sups and goes to bed.

Teaching a pupil to read before he enters upon the active business of life is like giving a new settler an axe as he goes to seek his new home in the forest.