--_Shakespeare._

Wedlock's like wine, not properly judged of till the second
glass.--_Douglas Jerrold._

A good wife is like the ivy which beautifies the building to which it
clings, twining its tendrils more lovingly as time converts the ancient
edifice into a ruin.--_Johnson._

He that marries is like the Doge who was wedded to the Adriatic. He
knows not what there is in that which he marries: mayhap treasures and
pearls, mayhap monsters and tempests, await him.--_Heinrich Heine._

A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.--_Moliere._

There is more of good nature than of good sense at the bottom of most
marriages.--_Thoreau._

The love of some men for their wives is like that of Alfieri for his
horse. "My attachment for him," said he, "went so far as to destroy my
peace every time that he had the least ailment; but my love for him did
not prevent me from fretting and chafing him whenever he did not wish to
go my way."--_Bovee._

No navigator has yet traced lines of latitude and longitude on the
conjugal sea.--_Balzac._

Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of
pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?--_George Eliot._

~Mediocrity.~--Mediocrity is excellent to the eyes of mediocre
people.--_Joubert._

Mediocrity is now, as formerly, dangerous, commonly fatal, to the poet;
but among even the successful writers of prose, those who rise sensibly
above it are the very rarest exceptions.--_Gladstone._

~Meditation.~--Chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancy.--_Shakespeare._

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, and ask them what report
they bore to heaven, and how they might have borne more welcome
news.--_Young._

Meditation is that exercise of the mind by which it recalls a known
truth, as some kind of creatures do their food, to be ruminated upon
till all vicious parts be extracted.--_Bishop Horne._

~Meekness.~--The flower of meekness grows on a stem of grace.--_J.
Montgomery._

A boy was once asked what meekness was. He thought for a moment and
said, "Meekness gives smooth answers to rough questions."--_Mrs.
Balfour._

~Melancholy.~--Melancholy is a fearful gift; what is it but the telescope
of truth?--_Byron._

A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.--_Dryden._

Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy.--_Milton._

The noontide sun is dark, and music discord, when the heart is
low.--_Young._

~Memory.~--Memory is what makes us young or old.--_Alfred