MONEY.-Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace,
If not, by any means get wealth and place.

POPE.-To Bolingbroke, Book I. Epi. I. Line 103. MONSIEUR TONSON.-Away he went, and ne'er was heard of more.

COLMAN.-Monsieur Tonson.

MONSTER.—A faultless monster, which the world ne'er saw. BUCKINGHAM.-Essay on Poetry.

MONUMENTS.-Monuments, like men, submit to fate!

POPE.-Rape of the Lock, Canto III. Line 172. MONUMENT.-I have completed a monument more lasting than brass, and more sublime than the regal elevation of pyramids, which neither the wasting shower, the unavailing north-wind, nor an innumerable succession of years, and the flight of seasons, shall be able to demolish.

HORACE.-Book III. Ode 30.

I have now completed a work, which neither the anger of Jove, nor fire, nor steel, nor consuming time, will be able to destroy!

OVID.-Meta. Book XV. Line 873.

It deserves with characters of brass

A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time,
And rasure of oblivion.

SHAKSPERE.-Measure for Measure, Act V.
Scene 1. (The Duke to Angelo.)

I made my life my monument.

BEN JONSON.-On Sir Charles Cavendish.

When old Time shall lead him to his end,

Goodness and he fill up one monument!

SHAKSPERE.-King Henry VIII. Act II. Scene 1.

If you seek for his monument, look around, Si monumentum requiris, circumspice.

ANONYMOUS.-Epitaph on Sir Christopher Wren, in St. Paul's Cathedral.

Wouldst thou behold his monument? look around!

ROGERS.-Italy (Florence), Page 103, Ed. 1830.

MOON.-Good even, fair moon, good even to thee;
I prithee, dear moon, now shew to me

The form and the features, the speech and degree,
Of the man that true lover of mine shall be.

SCOTT.-Heart of Mid-Lothian, Chap. XVII.

MOON.-The full-orb'd moon, with her nocturnal ray
Shed o'er the scene a lovely flood of day.

WHEELWRIGHT's Pindar, Olymp. Ode X.
Line 102.

The sacred Queen of Night,

Who pours a lovely, gentle light,
Wide o'er the dark, by wanderers blest,

Conducting them to peace and rest.

THOMSON.-Ode to Seraphina.

The moon is in her summer glow.

SCOTT.-Rokeby, Canto I.

My lord, they say, five moons were seen to-night:
Four fixed; and the fifth did whirl about
The other four, in wond'rous motion.

SHAKSPERE.—King John, Act IV. Scene 2.

The dews of summer night did fall;
The moon, sweet regent of the sky,
Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall,
And many an oak that grew thereby.

MICKLE.-See Scott's Introduction to Kenilworth.

1. By yonder blessed moon I swear.

2. O, swear not by the moon, the unconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

SHAKSPERE.-Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene 2.

The moon pull'd off her veil of light,
That hides her face by day from sight,
(Mysterious veil, of brightness made,
That's both her lustre and her shade,)
And in the lantern of the night,

With shining horns hung out her light.

BUTLER.-Hudibras, Part II. Canto I. Line 905.

MOONLIGHT.-How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this

bank!

Here will we sit.-Sit, Jessica.

SHAKSPERE.-Merchant of Venice, Act V. Scene 1.

MOOR.-Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor?

SHAKSPERE.-Hamlet, Act III. Scene 4.

MORAL. He left the name at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral, or adorn a tale.

DR. JOHNSON.-Vanity of Human Wishes,
Line 221.

Our stage-play has a moral-and, no doubt,
You all have sense enough to find it out.

MORN.

GAY.-What do Ye Call it ? Epilogue.

From morn

To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve.

MILTON.-Paradise Lost, Book I. Line 742.

From morn till night, from night till startled morn.

BYRON.-Childe Harold, Canto L. Stanza 54.

The sun had long since in the lap

Of Thetis taken out his nap,

And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn

From black to red began to turn.

BUTLER.-Hudibras, Part II. Canto II. Line 29.

The morn that lights you to your love.

COLLINS.-Eclogue I. Line 23. (Selim.)

MORNING.-The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.

SHAKSPERE.-King Henry VI. Part I. Act II.
Scene 2.

The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,
Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

SHAKSPERE.-Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene 3.

Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;

At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,
Troop home to churchyards.

SHAKSPERE.-Midsummer Night's Dream, Act III.
Scene 2.

The silent hours steal on,

And flaky darkness breaks within the east.

SHAKSPERE.-King Richard III. Act V. Scene 3..

Morn,

Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand

Unbarr'd the gates of light.

MILTON.-Paradise Lost, Book VI. Line 2.

MORNING.-Parent of day! whose beauteous beams of light, Spring from the darksome womb of night.

YALDEN.-Hymn to Morning,

Brown night

Retires: young day pours in apace.

THOMSON.-Summer, Line 51.

Breaking the melancholy shades of night.
PRIOR.-Love and Friendship.

The meek-ey'd morn appears, mother of dews.
THOMSON.-Summer, Line 47.

When day arises, in that sweet hour of prime.
MILTON.-Book V.

See how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!

SHAKSPERE.-Henry VI, Part III. Act II. Scene I

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains' tops.

SHAKSPERE.-Romeo and Juliet, Act III. Scene 5. MORTAL.-All men think all men mortal but themselves. YOUNG.-Night I. Line 424.

MORTAR.-If he take you in hand, sir, with an argument, He'll bray you in a mortar.

BEN JONSON.-The Alchemist, Act II. Scene 1. MOTES.-The gay motes that people the sunbeams. MILTON.-II Penseroso, Line 8.

Like motes dependent on the sunny beam.

HOOD.-Midsummer Fairies, Verse 23.

MOTHER.-There is a sight all hearts beguiling—
A youthful mother to her infant smiling,

Who with spread arms and dancing feet,

And cooing voice, returns its answer sweet.

BAILLIE.-Legend of Lady Griseld, Verse 32.

Where yet was ever found a mother

Who'd give her booby for another?

GAY.-Fable III. Line 33.

O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! SHAKSPERE. Hamlet, Act III. Scene 2. (To Rosencrantz.)

MOULD.-No autumn, nor no age, ever approach
This heavenly piece, which, Nature having wrought,
She lost her needle.

MASSINGER and FIELD.-Fatal Dowry, Act II.
Scene 2.

I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make.

ANONYMOUS.-Gilfillan's specimens of the less
known British Poets, Vol. I. Page 132.

There camps his son: of all his following
Is none so beauteous: Nature broke the mould
In which she cast him.

ARIOSTO.-The Orlando Furioso, Canto X.
Stanza 84. (Rose's Translation.)

Nature, despairing e'er to make the like,

Brake suddenly the mould in which 'twas fashion'd, MASSINGER.-The Parliament of Love, Act V. Scene last.

Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man,
And broke the die-in moulding Sheridan.

BYRON.-Monody on the Death of R. B. Sheridan.

MOUNTAINS.-The mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

ISAIAH, Chap. LV. Verse 12.

For joy, even the unshorn mountains raise their voices to the stars now the very rocks, the very groves, resound these

notes.

BUCKLEY'S Virgil, Ecl. V. Page 15.

And wave your tops, ye pines, with every plant, in sign of worship wave.

MILTON.-Paradise Lost, Book V.

MOUSE. The country mouse stole out from his hiding-place, and bidding his friend good-bye, whispered in his ear, "Oh, my good sir, this fine mode of living may do for those who like it; but give me my barley bread in peace and security, before the daintiest feast where fear and care are in waiting." ESOP.-Fable 30.