MOUSE.-The bumpkin then concludes, Adieu! My grove and cave, secure from snares, Shall comfort me with chaff and tares. FRANCIS' Horace, Book II. Sat. VI. Line 231. Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread, and liberty! POPE.-Sat VI. last lines. MOUTH.-I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse To kiss them all at once from north to south. BYRON.-Don Juan, Canto VI. Stanza 27. MOUTHS.-He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone. MULTITUDE.-We too are a multitude. OVID.-Meta., Book I. Verse 355. It is the practice of the multitude to bark at eminent men, as little dogs do at strangers. SENECA. Of a Happy Life, Chap. XV. MURDER.-'Twas not enough By subtle fraud to snatch a single life: To sate the lust of power: more horrid still, DR. PORTEUS.-Poem on Death. One to destroy is murder by the law, To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame. YOUNG.-Love of Fame, Satire VII. Line 55. Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime. DRYDEN.-The Cock and Fox. MURDER.-Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. (After hearing of his Father's Ghost.) For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak SHAKSPERE. Hamlet, Act II. Scene 2. Murther most foul, as in the best it is. SHAKSPERE. Hamlet, Act I. Scene 5. "Tis of all vices the most contrary To every virtue, and humanity; For they intend the pleasure and delight, But this the dissolution, of nature. MARMION.-The Antiquary, Act III. Scene 1. MURMURS.—With murmurs of soft rills and whispering trees. GARTH.-The Dispensary, Canto I. Line 84. As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure. But there's no love lost between us. GOLDSMITH.-She Stoops to Conquer, Act IV. MUSE.-O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend SHAKSPERE.-King Henry V. Chorus. MUSIC.-Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, CONGREVE.-Mourning Bride, Act I. Scene 1. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Let no such man be trusted. SHAKSPERE.-Merchant of Venice, Act V. Of a sweet nature, goat-herd, is the murmuring of yon pine, which tunefully rustles by the fountains: and sweetly too do you play on the pipe. BANKS' Theocritus, Idyll I. Verse 8. MUSIC.—In some still evening, when the whispering breeze Thyrsis, the music of that murmuring spring POPE.-Pastoral IV. Lines 1, 2; BANKS, supra. Sweeter, good shepherd, is thy melody, than yon resounding water pours down from the rock above. BANKS' Theocritus, Idyll I. Verse 8. Nor rivers winding through the vales below, POPE.-Pastoral ÏV. Lines 3, 4. If music be the food of love, play on, SHAKSPERE.-Twelfth Night, Act I. Scene 1. The murmur that springs From the growing of grass. POE.-Al Aaraaf, 115. [Poe says he met with this idea in an old English tale which he was unable to obtain, and quoted from memory: "The verie essence, and, as it were, springeheade and origine of all music, is the verie pleasaunte sounde which the trees of the forest do make when they growe."] The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can. WORDSWORTH.-The Idiot Boy, Vol. I. 214. The breath of flowers is farre sweeter in the aire (where it comes and goes like the warbling of musick) than in the hand. LORD BACON.-Essay on Gardening. There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in all things, if men had ears. BYRON.-Don Juan, Canto XV. Stanza 5. S MUSIC.-O, pleasant is the welcome kiss There's music in the dawning morn, And the stars flame out in the pomp of light, HONE.-Everyday Book, Vol I. Page 1142. Music of the spheres. SHAKSPERE.-Pericles, Act V. Scene 1. It will discourse most excellent music. SHAKSPERE. Hamlet, Act III. Scene 2. The stormy music of the drum. CAMPBELL.-Pleasures of Hope. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul MILTON.-Comus, Scene I. Line 560. In notes by distance made more sweet. COLLINS.-Ode on the Passions, Line 60. Sweetest melodies, Are those that are by distance made more sweet. WORDSWORTH. Where gripinage grefes the hart would wounde, There musicke with her silver-sound With spede is wont to send redresse: Of trobled mynds, in every sore, Swete musicke hath a salve in store. RICHARD EDWARDS.-1 Percy Reliques, Book II. When Music, heavenly maid, was young, Thronged around her magic cell. COLLINS.-Ode on the Passions. MYRTLE.-The myrtle, (ensign of supreme command, In myrtle shades oft sings the happy swain, DR. JOHNSON.-Written at the request of a gentleman to whom a lady had given a sprig of myrtle. [Punch, in his principal illustration, wherein Lord Palmerston stands prominent, usually places a sprig of myrtle in his mouth, as the "ensign," it is presumed, "of supreme command."] NAME.-Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; Robs me of that which not enriches him, SHAKSPERE.-Othello, Act III. Scene 3. My name is Norval: on the Grampian hills And Heav'n soon granted what my sire deny'd. Auf.-What is thy name? Cor.-A name unmusical to Volscian's ears, And harsh in sound to thine. SHAKSPERE.-Coriolanus, Act IV. Scene 5. NATIONS.-When nations are to perish in their sins, The priest, whose office is, with zeal sincere, |