Molliter ossa cubent—Let his bones softly rest. Ovid.
Momento mare vertitur; / Eodem die ubi 20 luserunt, navigia sorbentur—In a moment the sea is agitated, and on the same day ships are swallowed up where they lately sported gaily along.
Mon âme a son secret, ma vie a son mystère—My soul has a secret of its own, my life its mystery. Arvers.
Mon cœur aux dames, / Ma vie au roi, / A Dieu mon âme, / L'honneur pour moi—My heart to the ladies, my life to the king, and my soul to God, but my honour is my own. On a shield in the Royal Schloss, Berlin.
Mon Dieu est ma roche—My God is my rock. M.
Mon frère a mis son bonnet de travers—My brother is cross (lit. has put on his cap the wrong way). Fr. Pr.
Monarchy is a merchantman, which sails well, 25 but will sometimes strike on a rock and go to the bottom; whilst a republic is a raft, which would never sink, but then your feet are always in water. Fisher Ames.
Monday is the key of the week. Gael. Pr.
Monday religion is better than Sunday profession. Pr.
Mone sale—Advise with salt, i.e., with discretion. M.