Magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity Make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar Man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride Man who beats his wife my first question is, 'Do he take his tea?' Man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object Man owes a duty to his class Man who helps me to read the world and men as they are Mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire Mare would do, and better than a dozen horses Mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself Marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love Married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money Married at forty, and I had to take her shaped as she was Martyrs of love or religion are madmen Material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it Matter that is not nourishing to brains Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm May lull themselves with their wakefulness May not one love, not craving to be beloved? Meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience Meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover Memory inspired by the sensations Men in love are children with their mistresses Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age Men overweeningly in love with their creations Men had not pleased him of late Men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations Men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished Men love to boast of things nobody else has seen Men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them Men they regard as their natural prey Mental and moral neuters Metaphysician's treatise on Nature: a torch to see the sunrise Mighty Highnesses who had only smelt the outside edge of battle Mika! you did it in cold blood? Mindless, he says, and arrogant Minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths Mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense Mistaking of her desires for her reasons Modest are the most easily intoxicated when they sip at vanity Money is of course a rough test of virtue Money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses Moral indignation is ever consolatory Morales, madame, suit ze sun More argument I cannot bear More culpable the sparer than the spared Most youths are like Pope's women; they have no character Mrs. Fleming, of Queen Anne's Farm, was the wife of a yeoman Music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers Music in Italy? Amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous Must be the moralist in the satirist if satire is to strike Mutual deference My first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house My voice! I have my voice! Emilia had cried it out to herself My plain story is of two Kentish damsels My mistress! My glorious stolen fruit! My dark angel of love My engagement to Mr. Pericles is that I am not to write My belief is, you do it on purpose.