True he it said, whatever man it said,
That love with gall and honey doth abound;
But if the one be with the other weighed,
For every dram of honey therein found
A pound of gall doth over it redound.
SPENCER, Fairy Queen, bk. 4, canto 10.

Who shall give a lover any law?

SAUNDERS' Chaucer, vol. 1, p. 20.

A man must needes love, maugre his head;
He may not fly it, though he should be dead,
All be she maid or widow, or elles wife.

Ibid, p. 21.

But he who stems a stream with sand,
And fetters flame with flaxen band,
Has yet a harder task to prove
By firm resolve to conquer love!

SCOTT. Lady of the Lake, canto 3, st. 28.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see,
The pretty follies that themselves commit.

SHAKSPERE, Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 6.

Love will still be lord of all.

SCOTT, Lay of the last Minstrel, canto 6, stanza 11.

LOVER.

And then the lover,

Sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.

SHAKSPERE, AS you like it, act 2, sc. 7.

LOVELINESS.

For loveliness

Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.

THOMSON, Autumn, line 204.

LUST OF POWER.

The lust of power, to which he's such a slave, And for the which alone he dares be brave,

ROCHESTER, Sat. against Mankind..

M.

MADNESS.

That he is mad 'tis true; 'tis true; 'tis pity;
And pity 'tis, 'tis true.

SHAKSPERE, Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2.

O, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Ibid, King Lear, aet 3, sc. 4.

There is a pleasure, sure, in being mad,
Which none but madmen know.

DRYDEN, Spanish Friar, act 2, sc. 1.

MAKE A MOUNTAIN OF A MOLE-HILL.

Wilt not both thou get thee home, and thou, Creon, to thy dwelling, and not raise a nothing of an offence to magnitude?

BUCKLEY'S Sophocles. Edipus Tyrannus, p. 23.

MAKE A VIRTUE, &c.

Orpheus, who found no remedy,

Made virtue of necessity.

KING, Orpheus and Eurydice, line 193.

Then is it wisdom, as it thinketh me,
To maken virtue of necessity.

SAUNDERS' Chaucer, vol. 1, p. 80.

Are you content to be our general?

To make a virtue of necessity,

And live, as we do, in this wilderness.

SHAKSPERE, Two Gent. of Verona, act 4, sc. 1.

MAKE WORSE, &c.

Though his tongue

Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason.

MILTON, Par. Lost, bk. 2, line 112.
Joy in her breast; a book of night
Most wonderful! which black to white
Could turn, and without help of laws,
Could make the worse the better cause.
CHURCHILL, The Duellist, bk 3.

MAKING GREEN, &c.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnardine,

Making the green-one red.

SHAKSPERE, Macbeth, act 2, sc. 2.

MALICE.

For malice will with joy the lie receive,
Report, and what it wishes true, believe.
YALDEN, Ovid's Art of Love, bk. 2.

MAN.

Man doom'd to care, to pain, disease, and strife;
Walks his short journey thro' the vale of life:
Watchful, attends the cradle and the grave,
And passing generations longs to save:

Last, dies himself yet wherefore should we mourn?
For man must to his kindred dust return;

Submit to the destroying hand of fate,

As ripen'd ears the harvest-sickle wait.

EURIPIDES. Yonge's Cicero, Tusculan Disp. bk. 3, p. 387.

Man goeth forth unto his work, and to his labour, until the evening,

PSALM, 104, v. 23.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind appointed. MILTON, Par. Lost, bk. 4.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not. JOB, c. 14, v. 1, 2.

:

Man, each man's born

For the high business of the public good.
For me, 'tis mine to pray, that men regard
Their occupations with an honest heart,
And cheerful diligence.

DYER, The Fleece, bk. 2.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving, how express and admirable!

SHAKSPERE, Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2.

For man is every thing,

And more;

Man is all symmetry,

Full of proportions, one limb to another,
And all to all the world besides,

Each part may call the farthest, brother;

For head with foot hath private amity,
And both with moons and tides.

His eyes dismount the highest star

He is in little all their sphere.

Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they

Find their acquaintance there.

GEORGE HERBERT, The Temple, Man, stanzas 2, 3, 4.