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.=