World. All this WORLD's noise appears to me

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A dull ill-acted comedy.-CoWLEY, The Despair.

And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says, very wisely, "It is ten o'clock:

Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the WORLD wags."
SHAKESPERE, As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7.

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;
I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed
To its idolatries a patient knee.

BYRON, Childe Harold, c. iii. st. 113.

I hold the WORLD but as the world, Gratiano;
A stage, where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.

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,
For him who with a fervent heart goes forth,
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed and days well spent.

LONGFELLOW, Auturan.

O what a WORLD is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it.

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;
The WORLD was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
They, hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

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,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

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,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,-
There's nothing true but Heaven!

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.
She gives but little, nor that little long.

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:
The very turf on which we tread once lived.

Why, let the stricken deer go weep,

The hart ungallèd play;

BLAIR, The Grave, 1. 483.

For some must watch, while some must sleep;
Thus runs the WORLD away.

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;
The waning lamp burns dim and pale,

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,
In love and worship blends itself with God.

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,
From worse unto that is worst of all,
And then return to his former fall.

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;
Matters at WORST are sure to mend,
The Devil's wife was but a fiend.

PRIOR, Turtle and Sparrow, 1. 414.

Worth.-And very wisely would lay forth
No more upon it than 'twas WORTH.

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,
So much money as 'twill bring?

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;
The rest is all but leather or prunello.

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,
Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike.

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,
And give them voice and utterance once again.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast.

COWPER, The Task, bk. iv.

Wreath. I sent thee late a rosy WREATH,
Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be.

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,
Nature's chief master-piece is WRITING well.

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.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows,

And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows;
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar.
When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw,
The line, too, labours, and the words move slow;
Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain,

Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main.

POPE, Essay on Criticism, part ii. 1. 102.