WOMAN-WOMEN. WOMAN, WOMEN-continued. O woman! woman! thou primitive seducer, 707 Mountford, Successful Strangers Men have many faults; poor women have but two: For if she will, she will, you may depend on't, And if she won't, she won't, so there's an end on't. On a Pillar at Canterbury (See Notes & Queries, III. 285). The man's a fool who tries by force or skill To stem the current of a woman's will; For if she will, she will, you may depend on't, And if she won't, she won't, and there's an end on't. WOODMAN. See N. & Q. 1. 247. Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcern'd Shaggy, and lean, and shrew'd, with pointed ears, WOOING-see Courtship. Cowper, Task, v. 41. 'Tis an old lesson; Time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost: These are thy fruits, successful Passion! these! Not to be cur'd when love itself forgets to please. Woo the fair one when around Early birds are singing; When o'er all the fragrant ground Early flowers are springing; When the brookside, bank, and grove Shine with beauty, breathe of love, Byron, Ch. H. 11. 35. W. C. Bryant (Am). WORDS-see Calumny, Eloquence, Heedlessness, Letter, Slander. One doth not know How much an ill word may empoison liking, Sh. M. Ado, III. 1. Words Windy attorneys to their client woes, Poor breathing orators of miseries, Let them have scope: though what they do impart Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart. Sh. R. II. IV. 4. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. Sh. Ham. 111.3. Words are words; I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear. Sh. Oth.1.3. Words are the soul's ambassadors, that go Sam. Daniel. And correspondence keep 'twixt all mankind. James Howell. Herrick, Hesp. 485. Apt words have power to 'suage The tumours of a troubled mind, Milton, Sam. Ag. 186. Words are but pictures, true or false design'd, The characters and artificial draughts, Butler, Sat. 1. Roscommon, Art of Poetry. Men ever had, and ever will have, leave To coin new words well suited to the age. Words are like leaves, some wither every year, And every year a younger race succeeds. Ib. Art of Poetry. WORDS-WORLD. WORDS-continued. 709 Waller, to Mr. Creech. Where do the words of Greece and Rome excel, Churchill, Rosciad, 201. Words are things; and a small drop of ink, Byron, D. J. That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. They dropp'd, like heaven's serenest snow, Pedlars, and boats, and waggons! Oh ye shades Thos. Moore. Floats scum-like uppermost, and these Jack Cades, The Little Boatman,' and his Peter Bell,' Can sneer at him who drew 'Achitophel.' Byron, D. J.111.116. WORKS. If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow, Why, then, the world's mine oyster, Hannah More. Sh. Mer. W. II. 2. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; Sh. M. of Ven. 1. 1. You have too much respect upon the world: Envenoms him that bears it! Sh. As Y. 1. II. 3. 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. IV. 2. Fie on't! oh, fie! it is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, The world contains Sh. Ham. 1. 2. Princes for arms, and counsellors for brains, By which remote and distant countries meet. Donne. 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. L. Let not the cooings of the world allure thee; Which of her lovers ever found her true? Young, N. T.viii.1272. WORLD-continued. WORLD. The world is a well-furnish'd table, And the greatest of all is John Bull. 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. '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, To lend, or to spend, or to give in, "Tis the very worst world that ever was known. Old Song |