World. All this WORLD's noise appears to me - A dull ill-acted comedy.-CoWLEY, The Despair. And then he drew a dial from his poke, Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the WORLD wags." I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the WORLD Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.—Ibid., Macbeth, act iii. sc. 1. I am sick of this bad WORLD! The daylight and the sun grow painful to me. ADDISON, Cato, act. iv. I called the New WORLD into existence to redress the balance of the old.-The King's Message (12th Dec., 1766). I have not loved the WORLD, nor the world me; BYRON, Childe Harold, c. iii. st. 113. I hold the WORLD but as the world, Gratiano; SHAKESPERE, Merchant of Venice, act i. sc. 1. Let the great WORLD spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.-TENNYSON, Locksley Hall, v. 91. Nor is this wORLD but as a huge inn, And men the rambling passengers.-HOWELL, A Poem. O how full of briars is this working-day WORLD! SHAKESPERE, As You Like It, act i. sc. 3. O what a glory doth this wORLD put on, LONGFELLOW, Auturan. O what a WORLD is this, when what is comely SHAKESPERE, As You Like It, act ii. sc. 3. O who would trust this WORLD, or prize what's in it, That gives and takes, and chops and changes, every minute. QUARLES, bk. i. no. ix, World. Of whom the WORLD was not worthy.-Hebrews xi. 38. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon; MILTON, Paradise Lost, bk. xii. 1. 645. Such stuff the WORLD is made of.-COWPER, Hope, 1. 211. The WORLD is ashamed of being virtuous. STERNE, Tristram Shandy, vol. viii. ch. xxvii. The WORLD is too much with us; late and soon, The WORLD's at an end-what's to be done, Jasper? WORDSWORTH, Sonnets, pt. i. xxxiii. GARRICK, Miss in her Teens, act ii. There is another and a better WORLD. KOTZEBUE, The Stranger, act i. sc. 1. Dr. YOUNG, Night viii. They most the WORLD enjoy who least admire. This WORLD is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, MOORE, Sacred Songs, The World is all a fleeting Show 'Tis a busy talking WORLD, That, with licentious breath, blows like the wind As freely on the palace as the cottage. ROWE, The Fair Penitent, act iii. sc. 1. 'Tis pleasant, through the loop-holes of retreat, To peep at such a WORLD,-to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd. COWPER, The Task, bk. iv., Winter Evenings, 1. 86. To know the WORLD, not love her, is thy point. Dr. YOUNG, Night viii. What is the WORLD to them, Its pomp, its pleasures, and its nonsense all? THOMSON, Spring, 1. 1134 World. What is this wORLD? What but a spacious burial-field unwalled: Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungallèd play; BLAIR, The Grave, 1. 483. For some must watch, while some must sleep; SHAKESPERE, Hamlet, act iii. sc. 2. Why, then the WORLD'S mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. Ibid., Merry Wives of Windsor, act ii. sc. 2. WORLD, in thy ever busy mart I've acted no unnoticed part, Would I resume it? Oh, no! Four acts are done, the jest grows stale; And reason asks, Cui bono? JAMES SMITH, Poem on Chigwell. QUARLES, Emblems, bk. ii. 2. Worldly. Be wisely WORLDLY, be not worldly wise. Worm. A man may fish with a WORM that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. SHAKESPERE, Hamlet, act iv. sc. 3. The smallest WORM will turn, being trodden on. Ibid., King Henry VI., pt. iii. act ii. sc. 2. The spirit of the WORM beneath the sod, SHELLEY, Epipsychidion, 1. 122. Where their WORM dieth not, and the fire is not quenched. Mark ix. v. 44. Your WORM is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. SHAKESPERE, Hamlet, act iv. sc. 3. Worse. From good to bad, and from bad to WORSE, SPENSER, Shepherd's Calendar, Feb., 1. 12. Worship. This hour they wORSHIP and the next blaspheme. Dr. GARTH, The Dispensary, canto iii. 1. 42. Worst.-Would Heaven this mourning were past! One may have better luck at last; PRIOR, Turtle and Sparrow, 1. 414. Worth.-And very wisely would lay forth BUTLER, Hudibras, pt. i. canto i. 1. 491. I know my price: I am WORTH no worse a place. SHAKESPERE, Othello, act i. sc. 1. This mournful truth is everywhere confess'd, Slow rises WORTH by poverty depress'd. What is WORTH in anything, Dr. JOHNSON, London, 1. 176. BUTLER, Hudibras, pt. ii. canto i. 1. 465. What it's WORTH, ask death-beds; they can tell. YOUNG, Night ii. 1. 51. WORTH makes the man, and want of it the fellow; POPE, Essay on Man, ep. iv. 1. 203 Wound. The private WOUND is deepest. SHAKESPERE, Two Gentlemen of Verona, act iv. sc. 4. Willing to WOUND, and yet afraid to strike, POPE, Epistle to Arbuthnot. Wounds. When WOUNDS are mortal they admit no cure. POMFRET, The Fortunate Complaint. Wranglers. I burn to set the imprison'd WRANGLERS free, COWPER, The Task, bk. iv. Wreath. I sent thee late a rosy WREATH, BEN JONSON, Song, Drink to Mc Only. Wretched. The WRETCHED have no friends. DRYDEN, All for Love, act iii. sc. 1. Wrinkles.-WRINKLES, the d-d democrats, won't flatter. BYRON, Don Juan, canto x. st. 24 Writ. What is WRIT is writ; Would it were worthier.-BYRON, Childe Harold, canto iv. st. 115. Write. And shame to WRITE what all men blush to read. COTTON, To E. W., 1. 10. Smith. He can WRITE and read and cast accompt. Cade. O monstrous! Smith. We took him setting of boys' copies. Cade. Here's a villain! SHAKESPERE, Henry V1., Part ii. act iv. sc. 2. I lived to WRITE, and wrote to live. ROGERS, Italy, A Character, 1. 16. To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune, but to read and WRITE comes by nature. SHAKESPERE, Much Ado about Nothing, act iii. sc. 3. Who can WRITE so fast as men run mad? DR. YOUNG, Satire i. You WRITE with ease to show your breeding, But easy writing's curst hard reading. Clio's Protest. MOORE, Life of Sheridan, vol. i. p. 155. Writing. At first one omits WRITING for a little while, and then oue stays a while longer to consider of excuses, and at last it grows desperate, and one does not write at all. SWIFT, To the Rev. Mr. Winder. Of all those arts in which the wise excel, BUCKINGHAM, Essay on Poetry. Their manner of WRITING is very peculiar, being neither from the left to the right, like the Europeans; nor from the right to the left, like the Arabians; nor up and down, like the Chinese; but aslant, from one corner of the paper to the other, like ladies in England.-SWIFT, Gulliver's Voyage to Lilliput, chap. vi. True ease in WRITING comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence; The sound must seem an echo to the sense. And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. POPE, Essay on Criticism, part ii. 1. 102. |