Part 17

Magnifying the graces of the nobility and prelates

Make a man wonder at the good fortune of such a fool

Man cannot live without playing the knave and dissimulation Matters in Ireland are full of discontent

Meazles, we fear, or, at least, of a scarlett feavour

Methought very ill, or else I am grown worse to please

Milke, which I drank to take away, my heartburne

Mirrors which makes the room seem both bigger and lighter

Money I have not, nor can get

Money, which sweetens all things

Montaigne is conscious that we are looking over his shoulder

Most flat dead sermon, both for matter and manner of delivery

Most homely widow, but young, and pretty rich, and good natured

Mr. William Pen a Quaker again

Much discourse, but little to be learned

Musique in the morning to call up our new-married people

Muske Millon

My wife, coming up suddenly, did find me embracing the girl

My wife hath something in her gizzard, that only waits

My heart beginning to falsify in this business

My old folly and childishnesse hangs upon me still

My new silk suit, the first that ever I wore in my life

My Lord, who took physic to-day and was in his chamber

My wife will keep to one another and let the world go hang

My wife this night troubled at my leaving her alone so much

My wife was making of her tarts and larding of her pullets

My head was not well with the wine that I drank to-day

My first attempt being to learn the multiplication-table

My intention to learn to trill