e who
looked into it whatever they wished to see.--Spenser, _Fa[:e]ry Queen_,
iii. (1590).

=Mirror of Knighthood=, a romance of chivalry. It was one of the books in
Don Quixote's library, and the cur['e] said to the barber:

"In this same _Mirror of Knighthood_ we meet with Rinaldo de
Montalban and his companions, with the twelve peers of France, and
Turpin, the historian. These gentlemen we will condemn only to
perpetual exile, as they contain something of the famous Bojardo's
invention, whence the Christian poet Ariosto borrowed the
groundwork of his ingenious compositions; to whom I should pay
little regard if he had not written in his own language
[_Italian_]."--Cervantes, _Don Quixote_, I. i. 6 (1605).

=Mirror of all Martial Men=, Thomas, earl of Salisbury (died 1428).

=Mirrour for Magistraytes=, begun by Thomas Sackville, and intended to be
a poetical biography of remarkable Englishmen. Sackville wrote the
"Induction," and furnished one of the sketches, that of Henry Stafford,
duke of Buckingham (the tool of Richard III.). Baldwynne, Ferrers,
Churchyard, Phair, etc., added others. Subsequently, John Higgins,
Richard Nichols, Thomas Blenerhasset, etc., supplied additional
characters; but Sackville alone stands out pre-eminent in merit. In the
"Induction," Sackville tells us he was conducted by Sorrowe into the
infernal regions. At the porch sat Remorse and Dread, and within the
porch were Revenge, Miserie, Care, and Slepe. Passing on, he beheld Old
Age, Maladie, Famine, and Warre. Sorrowe then took him to Ach[)e]ron,
and ordered Charon to ferry them across. They passed the three-headed
Cerb[)e]rus and came to Pluto, where the poet saw several ghosts, the
last of all being the duke of Buckingham, whose "_complaynt_" finishes
the part written by Thomas Sackville (1557). (See BUCKINGHAM.)

[Asterism] Henry Stafford, duke of Buckingham, must not be mistaken for
George Villiers, duke of Buckingham 150 years later.

=Mirza= (_The Vision of_). Mirza, being at Grand Cairo on the fifth day of
the moon, which he always kept holy, ascended a high hill, and, falling
into a trance, beheld a vision of human life. First he saw a prodigious
tide of water rolling through a valley with a thick mist at each
end--this was the river of time. Over the river was a bridge of a
thousand arches, but only three score and ten were unbroken. By these,
men were crossing, the arches repres