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MANHOOD. MANNERS. MANY.
TETCHY and wayward was thy infancy,
Thy school-days frightful, desp'rate, wild, and furious, Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and vent'rous.
Why grieve that time has brought so soon
As idly should I weep at noon,
To see the blush of morning gone.-W. C. Bryant.
TRUE is that whilome that good poet said,
That gentle mind by gentle deed is known,
As by his manners, in which plain is shown
Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ,
"WHO chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire."
Yet this I apprehend not; why to those
WHAT a delicious breath marriage sends forth,
What do you think of marriage?
Neglected beauty now is prized by gold;
O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine,
Oh! married love!-each heart shail own,
Thy lamp with heaven's own splendour bright.
Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers,
The love betwixt us was not as the flush
MASSACRE. MASTER. MATE.
THE tyrannous and bloody act is done;
Slaughter grows murder when it goes too far,
Of whom such massacre
Make they, but of their brethren, men of men?
BUT now I was the lord
Of this fair mansion, master of my servants,
O thou, my friend, my genius, come along,
E'en to the dullest peasant standing by,
I THAT am frail flesh, and earthly wight,
Damon, behold yon breaking purple cloud:
There swims no goose so grey, but, soon or late,
MEANING. MEANNESS. MEANS.
THESE lost their sense their learning to display,
A work, or thought,
P. J. Bailey.
CAN you imagine I so mean would prove,
Who often outliveth the short career of the brother she despiseth:
She hath lean lips and a sharp look, and her eyes are red and hungry;
But he sloucheth in his gait, and his mouth speaketh loosely and maudlin. Martin F. Tupper.
STRONG was their plot,
Their parties great, means good, the season fit,
He that intends well, yet deprives himself
Beaumont and Fletcher.
When any great designs thou dost intend,
MECHANIC. MEDITATION. MEEKNESS.
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
To make a god, a hero, or a king,
These sat a man of ripe and perfect age,
"Tis most true
That musing meditation most affects
Who readeth much and never meditates,
Thy thoughts to nobler meditation give,
HER bonny face it was as meek
The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet,
Not all the pomp and pageantry of worlds,
With a spirit as meek, as the gentlest of those Who in life's sunny valley lie sheltered and warm.