My pen was never dipped in gall. Crébillon.
My perception of a fact is as much a fact as the sun. Emerson.
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, / And makes as healthful music. Ham., iii. 4.
My purposes lie in the churchyard. Philip Henry.
My rigour relents: I pardon something to the 20 spirit of liberty. Burke.
My son, be not now negligent, for the Lord hath chosen thee to stand before Him. Apoc.
My son is my son till he have got him a wife, / But my daughter's my daughter all the days of her life. Pr.
My soul, what's lighter than a feather? Wind. / Than wind? The fire. And what than fire? The mind. / What's lighter than the mind? A thought. Than thought? / This bubble world. What than this bubble? Nought. Quarles.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure. Tennyson.
My way of life / Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow 25 leaf; / And that which should accompany old age, / As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but in their stead, / Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath / Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. Macb., v. 3.