MOUSE.-The bumpkin then concludes, Adieu!
This life perhaps agrees with you:

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
The tyrant's wish, "That mankind only had
One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce;"
My wish is quite as wide, but not so bad,
And much more tender on the whole than fierce;
It being (not now, but only while a lad)
That womankind had but one rosy mouth,

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.
CHURCHILL.-The Rosciad, Line 322.

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:
Puny impiety! whole kingdoms fell

To sate the lust of power: more horrid still,
The foulest stain and scandal of our nature,
Became its boast. One murder made a villain;
Millions a hero.

DR. PORTEUS.-Poem on Death.

One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;

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.
SHAKSPERE. Hamlet, Act I. Scene 2.

(After hearing of his Father's Ghost.)

For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.

SHAKSPERE. Hamlet, Act II. Scene 2.
(Chiding himself for his apathy.)

Murther most foul, as in the best it is.

SHAKSPERE. Hamlet, Act I. Scene 5.
(His Father's Ghost to him.)

"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.
(Tony Lumpkin to Mrs. Hardcastle.)

MUSE.-O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention.

SHAKSPERE.-King Henry V. Chorus.

MUSIC.-Music has charms to soothe a savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

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,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:

Let no such man be trusted.

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

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
Pants on the leaves, and dies upon the trees.
POPE.-Pastoral IV. Lines 79-80,

Thyrsis, the music of that murmuring spring
Is not so mournful as the strains you sing.

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,
So sweetly warble, or so sweetly flow.

POPE.-Pastoral ÏV. Lines 3, 4.

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again;-it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.

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 the gushing of a rill;

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
When day's dull round is o'er;
And sweet the music of the step
That meets us at the door.
J. R. DRAKE.

There's music in the dawning morn,
There's music on the twilight cloud,
There's music in the depth of night,
When the world is still and dim,

And the stars flame out in the pomp of light,
Like thrones of the cherubim!

HONE.-Everyday Book, Vol I. Page 1142.
Verse 9.

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
Under the ribs of death.

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,
And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse,

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.
Page 199.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung,
The Passions oft, to hear her shell,

Thronged around her magic cell.

COLLINS.-Ode on the Passions.

MYRTLE.-The myrtle, (ensign of supreme command,
Consigned to Venus by Melissa's hand,)

In myrtle shades oft sings the happy swain,
In myrtle shades despairing ghosts complain.
The myrtle crowns the happy lovers' heads,
The unhappy lovers' graves the myrtle spreads.-
Soon must this sprig, as you shall fix its doom,
Adorn Philander's head, or grace his tomb.

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,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:

Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
"Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name,

Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

SHAKSPERE.-Othello, Act III. Scene 3.

My name is Norval: on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only son, myself, at home.
For I had heard of battles, and I long'd
To follow to the field some warlike lord;

And Heav'n soon granted what my sire deny'd.
HOME.-Douglas, Act II. Scene 1.

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,
"Tis in the church the leprosy begins;

The priest, whose office is, with zeal sincere,
To watch the fountain, and preserve it clear,
Carelessly nods and sleeps upon the brink,
While others poison what the flock must drink.
COWPER.-Expostulation, Line 95.