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MOB.

What would you have, you curs,
That like nor peace, nor war? the one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that trusts you,
Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

Or hailstone in the sun.

Sh. Coriol. 1. 1.

They praise, and they admire they know not what,
And know not whom, but as one leads the other;
And what delight to be by such extoll'd,

To live upon their tongues, and be their talk,

Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise? Milt. P. R.111.50.
And since the rabble now is ours,

Keep the fools hot, preach dangers in their ears ;
Spread false reports o' the Senate; working up
Their madness to a fury quick and desp'rate;
'Till they run headlong into civil discords,

And do our business with their own destruction.

The scum

Otway, Caius Martius.

That rises upmost, when the nation boils. Dryden, Don. Seb.
The captain of the rabble issu'd out

With a black shirtless train: each was an host;
A million strong of vermin, every villain
No part of government, but lords of anarchy,
Chaos of power, and privileg'd destruction;
Outlaws of Nature! yet the great must use 'em
Sometimes as necessary tools of tumult.
The giddy vulgar, as their fancies guide,
With noise say nothing, and in parts divide.
Some popular chief,

Dryden, Don. Seb.

More noisy than the rest, but cries halloo,
And in a trice the bellowing herd come out;

The gates are barr'd, the ways are barricado'd:

And one and all's the word: true cocks o' th' game!

They never ask for what, or whom they fight,

But turn 'em out, and show 'em but a foe,

Dryden.

Cry liberty, and that's a cause of quarrel. Dryden, Span.Friar.

All upstarts, insolent in place,

Remind us of their vulgar race.

And the brute crowd, whose envious zeal
Huzzas each turn of Fortune's wheel,
And loudest shouts when lowest lie
Exalted worth and station high.

Gay, Fable 1. 14.

Scott, Rokeby, VI. 26.

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MOB-MONEY.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!
Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
Fantastic as a woman's mood,
And fickle as a changeful dream;
And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.
Thou many-headed monster-thing,
O who would wish to be thy king!

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Scott, Lady of L. v. 30.

'Tis ever thus: indulgence spoils the base;
Raising up pride, and lawless turbulence,
Like noxious vapours from the fulsome marsh
When morning shines upon it.

MODERATION.

Joa. Baillie, Basil, 11. 3.

I'd have you sober and contain yourself,
Not that your sail be bigger than your boat;
But mod rate your expenses now, at first,
As you may keep the same proportion still.
In moderation placing all my glory,
While tories call me whig, and whigs a tory.
MODESTY-see Beauty.

Ben Jonson.

Pope, Imit. of Horace, 1. 2. 67.

It is the witness still of excellency,
To put a strange face on his own perfection. Sh. M. Ado, II. 3.
Her looks do argue her replete with modesty.

The blushing beauties of a modest maid.

The maid who modestly conceals

Her beauties while she hides, reveals;
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws

Sh. Hen. VI. 3, III. 2.

Dryden, Ovid.

Whate'er the Grecian Venus was. E.Moore, Spider & Bee, 19.

That modest grace subdued my soul,

That chastity of look which seems to hang

A veil of purest light o'er all her beauties,

And by forbidding most inflames desire.

Young.

Thy modesty's a candle to thy merit. Fielding, Tom Th. 1. 2.

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,

Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

Goldsmith, Deserted Village, 329.

MONEY-see Avarice, Corruption, Gold, Income, Love, Riches.

If money go before, all ways lie open.

Oh, what a world of vile, ill-favour'd faults

Sh. Mer. W. 11. 2.

Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! 16. 111. 4.

Lies in their purses; and whoso emptics them,

By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Sh. Ric. 11.11.2.
This yellow slave

Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;
Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench.

Get money; still get money, boy;

Sh. Timon, IV. 3.

No matter by what means. Ben Jonson, Every M. in his H. 11.3.
That I might live alone once with my gold.

O, 'tis a sweet companion! kind and true:
A man may trust it when his father cheats him,
Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf,
That which makes all men false, is true itself.

Ben Jonson, His Case is altered.

When all birds else do of their music fail,
Money's the still sweet nightingale.
Tho' love be all the world's pretence,
Money's the mythologic sense.

For what is worth in anything,

Herrick, Aph. 133.

Butler, Hud. 2, 1. 444.

But so much money as 'twill bring? Butler, Hud. 2, 1. 465.

Lord! what an am'rous thing is want!

How debts and mortgages enchant !
What graces must that lady have,
That can from execution save!

What charms, that can reverse extent,

And null decree and exigent !

What magical attracts and graces,

That can redeem from scire facias.

'Tis true we've money, th' only power That all mankind falls down before.

Butler, Hud. 3, 1. 1031.

Butler, 3, 11. 1327.

Farquhar, Twin Rivals. 1.

How melancholy are my poor breeches; not one chink?

Trade it may help, society extend,

But lures the pirate, and corrupts the friend;

It raises armies in a nation's aid,

But bribes a senate, and a land's betray'd. Pope, M. E. 111.29.

Get place and wealth, if possible with grace;

If not, by any means get wealth and place.

Pope, Imit. Hor. 1. 1103.

My friend, get money; get a large estate

By honest means, but get-at any rate. Francis, Hor. 1. 1.93.

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MONEY-MOON.

Kill a man's family, and he may brook it,

But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

MONTHS.

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November,
February hath twenty-eight alone,

All the rest have thirty and one,

Except in leap-year, then's the time,

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Byron, D. J. x. 79.

When February's days are twenty-nine. Moore's Almanack. MONUMENT.

Where London's column, pointing to the skies

Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. Pope, M. E. 111. 339. MOON-see Night.

The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
That silent moon, that silent moon,
Careering now through cloudless sky,
Oh! who shall tell what varied scenes
Have passed beneath her placid eye,
Since first to light this wayward earth
She walk'd in tranquil beauty forth.

Now glow'd the firmament

With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led

The starry host, rode brightest; till the moon
Riding in clouded majesty, at length,

Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light,

Sh. Ham. 1. 3.

Donne.

And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Milton, P.L.1v.605.

The queen of night, whose large command

Rules all the sea, and half the land,

And over moist and crazy brains,

In high spring tide, at midnight reigns,
Was now declining to the west,
To go to bed, and take her rest.

Butler, Hud. 3, 1. 1321.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

Addison, Ode.

Shines fair with all her virgin stars about her.

Otway, Caius Martius.

The moon enchants the watery world below,
Wakes the still seas, and makes them ebb and flow.
As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night,
O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light,
When not a breath disturbs the deep serene,
And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene;
Around her throne the vivid planets roll,
And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole ;
O'er the dark trees a yellow verdure shed,
And tip with silver every mountain's head;

Lee.

Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise,

A flood of glory bursts through all the skies.

Pope.

So when the sun's broad beams have tired the sight,

All mild ascends the moon's more sober light;

Serene in virgin modesty she shines,

And, unobserved, the glaring orb declines.

Pope.

Meanwhile the moon,

Full orb'd, and breaking through the scatter'd clouds,

Shows her broad visage in the crimson east,

Turn'd to the sun, directs her spotted disk,

Where mountains rise, umbrageous dales descend,

And caverns deep, as oblique tubes descry

A smaller earth, gives all his blaze again,

Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day. Thomson, Summer.

The devil's in the moon for mischief; they

Who call'd her chaste, methinks, began too soon

Their nomenclature: there is not a day,

The longest, not the twenty-first of June,

Sees half the business in a wicked way

On which three single hours of moonshine smile

And then she looks so modest all the while. Byron, D.J. 1. 113.

The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower,

Byron, D. J. 1. 114.

Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole,
Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws
A loving languor which is not repose.
The moon arose; she shone upon the lake,
That lay one smooth expanse of silver light;
She shone upon the hills and rocks, and cast
Upon their hollows and their hidden glens
A blacker depth of shade.

Southey, Madoc.