=Masters.=

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.
1161
SHAKS.:  Othello, Act i., Sc. 1.

Men at some time are masters of their fates:  The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. 1165 SHAKS.:  Jul.  Caesar, Act i., Sc. 2.

=Matter.=

When Bishop Berkeley said “there was no matter,” And proved it,—­’t was no matter what he said. 1166 BYRON:  Don Juan, Canto xi., St. 1.

=May.=

The voice of one who goes before, to make
The paths of June more beautiful, is thine,
Sweet May!
1167
HELEN HUNT:  May.

The new-born May,
As cradled yet in April’s lap she lay. 
Born in yon blaze of orient sky,
Sweet May! thy radiant form unfold,
Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye,
And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.
1168
ERASMUS DARWIN:  L. of the Plants, Canto ii., Line 307.

Now the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. 1169 MILTON:  Song on May Morning.

=Meeting.=

It gives me wonder, great as my content,
To see you here before me.
1170
SHAKS.:  Othello, Act ii., Sc. 1.

Each hour until we meet is as a bird
That wings from far his gradual way along
The rustling covert of my soul,—­his song
Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr’d: 
But at the hour of meeting, a clear word
Is every note he sings, in Love’s own tongue.
1171
DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI:  Winged Hours, Sonnet xv.

=Melancholy.=

There ’s such a charm in melancholy. 1172 ROGERS:  To ——.

These pleasures, Melancholy, give;
And I with thee will choose to live.
1173
MILTON:  Il Penseroso, Line 175.

Fair Science frown’d not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark’d him for her own. 1174 GRAY:  Elegy, The Epitaph.

=Melodies.=

And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before! 1175 ROGERS:  Human Life.

=Memory.=

Remember thee? 
Yea, from the table of my memory
I ’ll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there.
1176
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5

The eyes of memory will not sleep,
  Its ears are open still,
And vigils with the past they keep
  Against my feeble will.
1177
WHITTIER:  Knight of St. John.

Tho’ lost to sight, to mem’ry dear
  Thou ever wilt remain.
1178
GEORGE LINLEY:  Song.

=Men.=

Men are but children of a larger growth. 1179 DRYDEN:  All for Love, Act iv., Sc. 1.