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 engagement to Mr. Pericles is that I am not to write My mistress! My glorious stolen fruit! My dark angel of love My plain story is of two Kentish damsels My first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots My voice! I have my voice! Emilia had cried it out to herself Naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time Napoleon's treatment of women is excellent example Nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle Nations at war are wild beasts Naturally as deceived as he wished to be Nature and Law never agreed Nature is not of necessity always roaring Nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty Nature's logic, Nature's voice, for self-defence Naughtily Australian and kangarooly Necessary for him to denounce somebody Necessity's offspring Needed support of facts, and feared them Never reckon on womankind for a wise act Never, never love a married woman Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood Never forget that old Ireland is weeping Never forgave an injury without a return blow for it Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities Never nurse an injury, great or small Never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" Never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian Time Never pretend to know a girl by her face Nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity Next door to the Last Trump Night has little mercy for the self-reproachful No nose to the hero, no moral to the tale No runner can outstrip his fate No companionship save with the wound they nurse No Act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers No great harm done when you're silent No heart to dare is no heart to love! No stopping the Press while the people have an appetite for it No word is more lightly spoken than shame No flattery for me at the expense of my sisters No man has a firm foothold who pretends to it