Chapter 8

Now hear the lark, The herald of the morn; ... whose notes do beat The vaulty heavens, so high above our heads, ... Some say the lark makes sweet division. 1056 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5.

And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song. 1057 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 279

=Lass.=

A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. 1058 LADY NAIRNE: _The Laird o' Cockpen._

=Latin.=

That soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. 1059 BYRON: _Beppo,_ St. 44.

=Laughter.=

Laughter, holding both his sides. 1060 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 32.

Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies, And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies. 1061 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 770.

=Law.=

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? 1062 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. 1063 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 386.

And sovereign law, that state's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. 1064 SIR WILLIAM JONES: _Ode in Im. of Alcoeus._

=Leaf--Leaves.=

My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf. 1065 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. 1066 JOHN WEBSTER: _The White Devil,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,-- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground. 1067 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. vi., Line 181.

=Learning.=

"The thrice three Muses mourning for the death Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary,"-- That is some satire, keen and critical. 1068 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Learning unrefin'd, That oft enlightens to corrupt the mind. 1069 FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto i., Line 166.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. 1070 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire i., Line 89.

=Lending.=

Loan oft loses both itself and friend. 1071 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take A breed of barren metal of his friend?) But lend it rather to thine enemy; Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face Exact the penalties. 1072 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Letters.=

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive, and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop down on my knee to-night. 1073 MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets fr. Portuguese,_ Sonnet xxviii.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,-- One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery! 1074 LONGFELLOW: _Dedication to Seaside and Fireside,_ St. 5.

You have the letters Cadmus gave,-- Think ye he meant them for a slave?. 1075 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10.

=Liberty.=

I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. 1076 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side; This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask, Content, though blind--had I no better guide. 1077 MILTON: Sonnet xxii., _To Cyriack Skinner._

When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid and has lost its relish. 1078 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy. 1079 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 882.

Liberty 's in every blow! Let us do or die. 1080 BURNS: _Bannockburn._

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. 1081 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 36.

=Lies.=

You told a lie; an odious, damned lie: Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie. 1082 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby. 1083 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 13.

=Life.=

Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. 1084 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav'n. 1085 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xi., Line 553.

Must we count Life a curse and not a blessing, summed-up in its whole amount, Help and hindrance, joy and sorrow? 1086 ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 206.

Between two worlds, life hovers like a star 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. 1087 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xv., St. 99.

Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star In God's eternal day. 1088 BAYARD TAYLOR: _Autumnal Vespers._

Life is the gift of God, and is divine. 1089 LONGFELLOW: _T. of a Wayside Inn,_ Emma and Eginhard.

What is life? A thawing iceboard On a sea with sunny shore: Gay we sail; it melts beneath us; We are sunk and seen no more. 1090 CARLYLE: _Cui Bono._

Life's a vast sea That does its mighty errand without fail, Panting in unchanged strength though waves are changing. 1091 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii.

Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold: Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, Can bribe the poor possession of a day. 1092 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. ix., Line 524.

So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life. 1093 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ lv., St. 2.

=Light.=

Hail, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first-born! Or of the Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, And never but in unapproachèd light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! 1094 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 1.

But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven. 1095 BURNS: _The Vision._

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream. 1096 WORDSWORTH: _Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm,_ St. 4.

Light, light, and light! to break and melt in sunder All clouds and chains that in one bondage bind Eyes, hands, and spirits, forged by fear and wonder And sleek fierce fraud with hidden knife behind. 1097 SWINBURNE: _Eve of Revolution,_ St. 10.

=Lightning.=

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night. 1098 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Lilies.=

Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd, I'll hang my head and perish. 1099 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. 1100 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 859.

=Lincoln, Abraham.=

This man, whose homely face you look upon, Was one of Nature's masterful, great men; Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won Direct of speech, and cunning with the pen. Chosen for large designs, he had the art Of winning with his humor, and he went Straight to his mark, which was the human heart; Wise, too, for what he could not break he bent. Upon his back a more than Atlas-load,-- The burden of the Commonwealth,--was laid; He stooped, and rose up to it, though the road Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed. Hold, warriors, councillors, kings! All now give place To this dear benefactor of the Race. 1101 R.H. STODDARD: _Abraham Lincoln._

=Line.=

Marlowe's mighty line. 1102 BEN JONSON: _To the Memory of Shakespeare._

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line. 1103 SCOTT: _Marmion, Introduction to Canto i._

=Lion.=

The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpowered. 1104 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Lips.=

Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties do renew. 1105 ROBERT GREENE: _From Menaphon. Menaphon's Ecl._

=Little.=

Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair. 1106 BURNS: _Contented wi' Little._

Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long. 1107 GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit,_ Ch. viii., St. 8.

=Locks.=

Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. 1108 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent. 1109 BURNS: _John Anderson._

=Logic.=

He was in logic a great critic, Profoundly skill'd in analytic; He could distinguish and divide A hair 'twixt south and south-west side. 1110 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 65.

=London.=

London! the needy villain's general home, The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome! With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state. 1111 DR. JOHNSON: _London,_ Line 83.

=Longings.=

I have Immortal longings in me. 1112 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

=Looks.=

My only books Were woman's looks,-- And folly 's all they've taught me. 1113 MOORE: _The Time I've Lost in Wooing._

Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round. 1114 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 223.

=Lord.=

Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe! 1115 BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto i., St. 2.

Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all. 1116 WOTTON: _Character of a Happy Life._

=Loss.=

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter--rather more; Too common! Never morning wore To evening but some heart did break. 1117 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. vi., St. 2.

=Love.=

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away. 1118 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire; Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. 1119 SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 149.

Such is the power of that sweet passion, That it all sordid baseness doth expel, And the refined mind doth newly fashion Unto a fairer form, which now doth dwell In his high thought, that would itself excel; Which he, beholding still with constant sight, Admires the mirror of so heavenly light. 1120 SPENSER: _Hymn in Honor of Love._

How could I tell I should love thee to-day, Whom that day I held not dear? How could I know I should love thee away When I did not love thee anear? 1121 JEAN INGELOW: _Supper at the Mill._ _Song._

Instruct me now what love will do; 'T will make a tongueless man to woo. Inform me next what love will do; 'T will strangely make a one of two. Teach me besides what love will do; 'T will quickly mar and make ye too. Tell me, now last, what love will do; 'T will hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through. 1122 SIR JOHN SUCKLING: _Aph. of Love._

Love is the only good in the world. Henceforth be loved as heart can love, Or brain devise, or hand approve. 1123 ROBERT BROWNING: _Flight of the Duchess,_ Pt. xv.

Mutual love brings mutual delight-- Brings beauty, life; for love is life, hate, death. 1124 R.H. DANA: _The Dying Raven._

Let those love now, who never loved before, Let those who always loved, now love the more. 1125 PARNELL: _Trans. of Pervigilium Veneris._

Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows: Cupid averse rejects divided vows. 1126 PRIOR: _Henry and Emma,_ Line 590.

And love, life's fine centre, includes heart and mind. 1127 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 17.

I hold it true, whate'er befall, I feel it when I sorrow most; 'T is better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. 1128 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxvii., St. 4.

Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. 1129 BURNS: _Song, Ae Fond Kiss._

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is--Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust. 1130 KEATS: _Lamia,_ Pt. ii., Line 1.

Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still; Is human love the growth of human will? 1131 BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 22.

There is no pleasure like the pain Of being loved, and loving. 1132 PRAED: _Legend of the Haunted Tree._

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'T is woman's whole existence. 1133 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 194.

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green; Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven and heaven is love. 1134 SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto iii., St. 2.

True love is at home on a carpet, And mightily likes his ease,-- And true love has an eye for a dinner, And starves beneath shady trees. His wing is the fan of a lady, His foot's an invisible thing, And his arrow is tipp'd with a jewel, And shot from a silver string. 1135 WILLIS: _Love in a Cottage._

What is love? 't is nature's treasure, 'T is the storehouse of her joys; 'T is the highest heaven of pleasure, 'T is a bliss which never cloys. 1136 THOMAS CHATTERTON: _The Revenge,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Luxury.=

O Luxury! thou curs'd by heaven's decree, How ill-exchang'd are things like these for thee! How do thy potions, with insidious joy, Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy! 1137 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 395.

Blest hour! it was a luxury--to be! 1138 COLERIDGE: _Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement._

==M.==

=Madness.=

I am not mad;--I would to heaven I were! For then, 't is like I should forget myself; O, if I could,--what grief should I forget! 1139 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. 1140 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe. 1141 GRAY: _On a Distant Prospect of Eton College._

=Man.=

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! 1142 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. 1143 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, "This was a man!" 1144 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

Man is one world, and hath. Another to attend him. 1145 HERBERT: _The Temple._ _Man._

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. 1146 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 1.

What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that! 1147 BURNS: _For a' That and a' That._

Man is a summer's day; whose youth and fire Cool to a glorious evening, and expire. 1148 HENRY VAUGHAN: _Rules and Lessons._

Beyond the poet's sweet dream lives The eternal epic of the man. 1149 WHITTIER: _The Grave by the Lake,_ St. 34.

What is man? A foolish baby; Vainly strives, and fights, and frets: Demanding all, deserving nothing, One small grave is all he gets. 1150 CARLYLE: _Cui Bono._

=Manners.=

Fit for the mountains and the barb'rous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd. 1151 SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times. 1152 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 172.

=Marble.=

And sleep in dull cold marble. 1153 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. 1154 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Philaster,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

=March.=

The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and clouds, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valleys flies. 1155 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _March._

Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! 1156 HELEN HUNT: _March._

=Marriage.=

The ancient saying is no heresy;-- Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. 1157 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii, Sc. 9.

Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship. 1158 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Eternity of pleasures. 1159 FORD: _Broken Heart,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source Of human offspring. 1160 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 750.

Marriage is the life-long miracle, The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh. 1161 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 9.

=Martyrs.=

Life has its martyrs, as brave, as strong, and as faithful, E'en as the martyrs of death. 1162 H.H. BOYESEN: _Calpurnia,_ Pt. iv.

A pale martyr in his shirt of fire. 1163 ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 2.

=Masters.=

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed. 1161 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. 1165 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Matter.=

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter," And proved it,--'t was no matter what he said. 1166 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xi., St. 1.

=May.=

The voice of one who goes before, to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine, Sweet May! 1167 HELEN HUNT: _May._

The new-born May, As cradled yet in April's lap she lay. Born in yon blaze of orient sky, Sweet May! thy radiant form unfold, Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye, And wave thy shadowy locks of gold. 1168 ERASMUS DARWIN: _L. of the Plants,_ Canto ii., Line 307.

Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. 1169 MILTON: _Song on May Morning._

=Meeting.=

It gives me wonder, great as my content, To see you here before me. 1170 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Each hour until we meet is as a bird That wings from far his gradual way along The rustling covert of my soul,--his song Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd: But at the hour of meeting, a clear word Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue. 1171 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Winged Hours,_ Sonnet xv.

=Melancholy.=

There 's such a charm in melancholy. 1172 ROGERS: _To ----._

These pleasures, Melancholy, give; And I with thee will choose to live. 1173 MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 175.

Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. 1174 GRAY: _Elegy, The Epitaph._

=Melodies.=

And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before! 1175 ROGERS: _Human Life._

=Memory.=

Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there. 1176 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5

The eyes of memory will not sleep, Its ears are open still, And vigils with the past they keep Against my feeble will. 1177 WHITTIER: _Knight of St. John._

Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear Thou ever wilt remain. 1178 GEORGE LINLEY: _Song._

=Men.=

Men are but children of a larger growth. 1179 DRYDEN: _All for Love,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Mercy.=

The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: 'T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. 1180 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have? 1181 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. v., Canto ii., St. 42.

=Merit.=

Be thou the first true merit to befriend; His praise is lost, who stays till all commend. 1182 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 274.

=Midnight.=

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:-- Lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. 1183 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. 1184 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 667.

'T is midnight now. The bent and broken moon, Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, Hangs silent on the purple walls of heaven. 1185 JOAQUIN MILLER: _Ina,_ Sc. 2.

=Milton.=

That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton. 1186 WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. i.

=Mind.=

The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. 1187 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 254.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts. 1188 ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 3.

Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the grand prerogative of mind. 1189 JANE TAYLOR: _Essays in Rhyme,_ Essay i., St. 45.

My mind to me a kingdom is; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind. 1190 EDWARD DYER: _Ms. Rawl.,_ 85, p. 17.

=Mirth.=

More merry tears The passion of loud laughter never shed. 1191 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Come, thou Goddess fair and free, In heav'n yclept Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth. 1192 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 11.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. 1193 BURNS: _Tam o' Shanter._

=Mischief.=

O, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! 1194 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

When to mischief mortals bend their will, How soon they find fit instruments of ill! 1195 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., St. 125.

=Misery.=

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. 1196 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery. 1197 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. v., Line 572.

=Misfortune.=

One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. 1198 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 7.

As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great. 1199 NICHOLAS ROWE: _Fair Penitent. Prologue._

=Mobs.=

You have many enemies that know not Why they are so, but, like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do. 1200 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

The rabble all alive, From tippling benches, cellars, stalls, and sties, Swarm in the streets. 1201 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. vi., Line 704.

=Mockery.=

Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! 1202 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Modesty.=

Her looks do argue her replete with modesty. 1203 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. 1204 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Monarchs.=

A morsel for a monarch. 1205 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs. 1206 THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1285.

=Money.=

This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench. 1207 SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

He had rolled in money like pigs in mud. 1208 Hood: _Miss Kilmansegg._

'T is true we've money, th' only power That all mankind falls down before. 1209 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 1327.

Get money; still get money, boy, No matter by what means. 1210 BEN JONSON: _Every Man in His Humour,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

=Months.=

Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November, All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting February alone: Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine, Till leap year gives it twenty-nine. 1211 _Common in the New England States._

=Monuments.=