On piety, humanity is built, And on humanity, much happiness. Young's Night Thoughts, n. 8. Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, But God will never. Cowper's Task, b. 6. MERIT. There's a proud modesty in merit! Averse from asking, and resolv'd to pay Ten times the gift it asks. Dryden's Cleomenes. Merit like his, the fortune of the mind, Thomson's Tancred and Sigismunda. MIND. The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, And can bear all things. Joanna Baillie's Rayner, a. 5, s. 2. Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest hell Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 1. Mind, mind alone, (bear witness earth and heaven!) The living fountains in itself contains Of beauteous and sublime: here, hand in hand, paramount the graces; here enthron'd, Celestial Venus, with divinest airs, Sit Invites the soul to never-fading joy. Akenside's Pleasures of Imagination, b. 1. Look then abroad through nature, to the range Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose Aloft extending, like eternal Jove, When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud Akenside's Pleasures of Imagination, b, 2. The immortal mind, superior to his fate, Rests on his own foundations. Blow, ye winds! Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire Firm through the closing ruin holds his way, The gaudy glass of fortune only strikes Ibid. Armstrong's Art of Preserving Health, b. 4. MIRTH. He is so full of pleasant anecdote, So rich, so gay, so poignant is his wit, Time vanishes before him as he speaks, And ruddy morning through the lattice peeps, Joanna Baillie's De Monfort, a. 1, s. 1. MOB. The scum That rises upmost, when the nation boils. Dryden's Don Sebastian. Some popular chief, More noisy than the rest, but cries halloo, Dryden's Spanish Friar. These slaves, These wide-mouth'd brutes, that bellow thus for free dom; Oh! how they run before the hand of pow'r, Otway's Caius Marius. Ah! can you bear contempt? The venom'd tongue Thomson's Agamemnon, a. 5, s. I. The multitude unaw'd is insolent; Once seiz'd with fear, centemptible and vain. Mallet's Mustapha. What, dare the ungrateful miscreants thus return Joanna Baillie's Basil, a. 2, s. 3. These slaves, whom I have nurtur'd, pamper'd, fed, Byron's Sardanapalus, a. 4, s. 1. What the people but a herd confus'd, A miscellaneous rabble, who extol Things vulgar, and well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise? They praise, and they admire they know not what, To live upon their tongues, and be their talk, Inconstant, blind, MODESTY. Thomson's Liberty. That modest grace subdu'd my soul, Young's Busiris. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The modest virtues mingled in her eyes, Their humid beams into the blooming flowers. Ibid. MOONLIGHT. The queen of night Shines fair with all her virgin stars about her. Otway's Caius Marius. My own loved light, That every soft and solemn spirit worships, Maturin's Bertram, a. 2, s 3. The neighb'ring moon (So call that opposite fair star) her aid Timely interposes, and her monthly round Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 3. Now thro' the passing cloud she seems to stoop, |