434 MINISTER. MINSTER. MINISTER. IF wrongfully, Let God revenge; for I may never lift Shakspere. Can'st thou not minister to a mind diseased; This temple to frequent With ministeries due and solemn rites. Shakspere. Milton. MINSTER. THE old grey minsters! how they rear their heads Telling of bygone years and things that were;— Enriched with sculptures rare, and effigies, That with clasped hands seem ever mutely praying— And with their solemn bells, that send afar Here, as to shame the temples deck'd Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise Old Play. Scott. MINSTREL. MINUTES. MINSTREL. HARK how the minstreles gin to shriek aloud I to the vulgar am become a jest, The way was long, the wind was cold, 435 Spenser. Scott. MINUTES. INCESSANT minutes, whilst you move, you tell Short steps shall overtake; for though life well Lord Herbert, to his Watch. Time counts not, though with swiftest minutes winged. Milton. 436 MIRROR. MISANTHROPY. MISCHIEF. MIRROR. To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature, Shakspere. That Power which gave me eyes the world to view, Of her own form may take a perfect sight. Late as I ranged the crystal wilds of air Davies. Pope. MISANTHROPY. I AM Misanthropos, and hate mankind. Shakspere. Alas, poor dean! his only scope Was to be held a misanthrope; Misanthropy, with visage sour, that sat And looked askance upon the ways of men, As might a wounded bear from out his den; Longing to eat those he was looking at. Swift. Anon. MISCHIEF. O mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! He that may hinder mischief, Shakspere. Freeman. Mischief that may be help'd, is hard to know; Where harm hath many wings, care arms too late. Lord Brooke. BUT the base miser starves amidst his store, 'Tis strange the miser should his care employ To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy. Pope. The miser lives alone, abhorred by all Like a disease, yet cannot so be 'scaped, But, canker-like, eats through the poor men's hearts Their crimes on gold shall misers lay, The kindly throbs that other men control, May. Gay. Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends, An incarnation of fat dividends. Sprague. MISERY. THOU, who to Pindas tak'st thy way, Where hangs my harp upon the cypress tree, Salute it in my name, and say, I am bow'd down by years and misery. I pray thee, deal with men in misery, Tasso. Heywood. To tell thy mis'ries will no comfort breed; Randolph. 438 MISFORTUNE. MISSION. MISFORTUNE. IN struggling with misfortune lies the proof Shakspere. Misfortune does not always wait on vice, Havard. Oh! mortals, short of sight, who think the past And oft in life form one perpetual chain; Young. MISSION-MISSIONARIES. On a mission, on a mission, To declare the coming vision.-E. B. Browning. The warriors of Messiah, messengers Of peace, and light, and life; whose eye, unsealed, Saw up the path of immortality, Far into bliss, saw men, immortal men, Wide wandering from the way eclipsed in night,. Who strong, though seeming weak; who warlike, though |