Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene This earthly world; where to do harm Is often laudable; to do good, sometimes How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Sh. As Y. L. 11. 7. Sh. Macb. 2, Fie on't! oh, fie! it is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, The world contains Princes for arms, and counsellors for brains, Sh. Ham. 1. 2. Lawyers for tongues, divines for hearts, and more, By which remote and distant countries meet. Dunne. Butler, Hud. 1. 2, 1. The world's a wood, in which all lose their way, Dryden, Palamon and Arcite, III. 897. What is this world?-A term which men have got, To signify not one in ten knows what; A term, which with no more precision passes To point out herds of men than herds of asses; In common use no more it means, we find, Dryden. Than many fools in same opinions joined. Churchill, Ni. 353. What is this world? Thy school, O misery! Our only lesson is to learn to suffer, And he who knows not that, was born for nothing. Young, Revenge, 2. 1. Let not the cooings of the world allure thee; Which of her lovers ever found her true? Young, N. T.vin1.1272. WORLD-continued. WORLD. The world is a well-furnish'd table, And the greatest of all is John Bull. 711 Bickerstaff. Byron, Epigram. But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe A breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, And men are-what they name not to themselves, Byron, Manfred, 1. 2. Well-well, the world must turn upon its axis, A little breath, love, wine, ambition, fame, Fighting, devotion, dust,-perhaps a name. Byron, D. J. 11. 4. This same world of ours; 'Tis but a pool amid a storm of rain, And we the air bladders that course up and down, And joust and tilt in every tournament; And when one bubble runs foul of another, The weaker needs must break. S. T. Coleridge. This world is all a fleeting show, The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, There's nothing true but Heaven. T. Moore, The World is all a Fleeting Show 'Tis a very good world that we live in, Old Song. 712 WORLD-WRITERS, WRITING. WORLD-continued. O world! so few the years we live, Would that the life which thou dost give Were life indeed! Alas! thy sorrows fall so fast, Our happiest hour is when at last The soul is freed. Longfellow, Translations. The world is just as hollow as an egg-shell, And all this boasted knowledge of the world WORMS. Bailey, Festus. A man may fish with a worm that hath eat of a king. WORSHIP-see Devotion, Prayer. First worship God; he that forgets to pray, Sh. Ham. IV. 3. Bids not himself good-morrow, nor good-day. T. Randolph. WORTH, WORTHINESS-see Courage, Misery, Poverty. Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella. Pope, E. M. Iv. 203. To hide true worth from public view, WRATH I-see Anger, Passion, Rage. S. Bishop. Come not within the measure of my wrath. Sh. Two G. v. 4. WRETCH. A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, WRINKLES-see Age. Sh. Com. of Er. v. 1. Fled are the charms that grac'd that ivory brow, Robert Treat Paine (Am.). WRITERS, WRITING-see Authorship, Criticism, Poetry. Roscommon, from Horace. 'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill. Pope, E. C. 1. You write with ease to show your breeding, YEARS-YOUTH. YEARS see Time. Jumping o'er time, 713 Turning the accomplishments of many years Sh. Hen. V. I. 1, Chorus. Years following years, steal something every day; Pope, Imit. of Hor. 2. 11. 72. Years steal Fire from the mind, as vigour from the limb; And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. YEOMEN. And you, good yeomen, Byron, Ch. H. III. 8. Whose limbs were made in England, show us here That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. YES AND NO. Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Will not look the same by day. YEW-TREE. Sh. Hen. V. III. 1. Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Lady's Yes. Cheerless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell The light and careless livery that it wears, That age is best which is the first, Then be not coy, but use your time; For, having lost but once your prime, Blair, Grave, 22. Sh. Ham. IV. 7. Herrick, Amatory Odes, 93. Sir Jno. Denham. That are so wondrous sweet and fair. Waller, Go, lovely Rose. Sir Jno. Denham. Howard, Indian Queen. We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow ; In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Gray, Bard, 11. 2. We love the play-place of our early days. Oh! the joy Cowper, Tirocinium, 296. Of young ideas painted on the mind, Hannah More, David and Goliah. I can remember, with unsteady feet, Tottering from room to room, and finding pleasure In flowers, and toys, and sweetmeats, things which long I were the little trifler once again Southey, Thalaba. Wordsworth. |