Willow. There is a willow grows aslant a brook, Win.- Heads I win,- ditto tails. Wind. LOWELL, Biglow Papers, II, ii, Jonathan to John, st. 4 'T was but the wind. Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, st. 22 Blow, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, ii, 7 Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.1 SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part III, ii, 5 Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind, SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, I More inconstant than the wind, who woos SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet, i, 4 Windows.- Windows of her mind. JOHN CHALKHILL, The Dwelling of Orandra Wine.- Wine and Truth, is the saying.-BUCKLEY, Theocritus Few things surpass old wine: and they may preach BYRON, Don Juan, Canto ii, st. 178 1 Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, v, 3 Except winde stands as never it stood, It is an ill winde turnes none to good.- THOMAS TUSSER, Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry: The Properties of Winds Then comes witching wine again, Who loves not wine, woman, and song, T. MOORE, Odes of Anacreon THACKERAY, A Credo It [wine] helps the headache, cough, and phthisic, JOHN FLETCHER, Drink To-Day, st. 2 Fill every beaker up, my men, There's life and strength in every drop,- A. G. GREENE, The Baron's Last Banquet, st. 7 If with water you fill up your glasses, T. MOORE, from the Anthologia, cited in note O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil! SHAKESPEARE, Othello, ii, 3 Jars were made to drain, I think, Wisdom. R. H. STODDARD, Persian Songs: The Jar, st. I The strongest plume in wisdom's pinion Is the memory of past folly. S. T. COLERIDGE, To an Unfortunate Woman, st. 6 As if wisdom's old potato could not flourish at its root? HOLMES, Nux Postcænatica, st. 7 To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for th' observer's sake; POPE, Moral Essays, Epistle i, lines 11-13 Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile. With wisdom fraught, SHAKESPEARE, King Lear, iv, 2 WALLER, On the King's Return Not such as books, but such as practice taught. Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop WORDSWORTH, The Excursion: Despondency, lines 232, 233 The man of wisdom is the man of years. YOUNG, Night Thoughts, V, line 775 1 With no allaying Thames. LOVELACE, To Alther from Prison, st. 2 Wise. Much too wise to walk into a well. POPE, Imitations of Horace, II, Epistle ii, line 191 Thou think'st it folly to be wise too soon. YOUNG, Night Thoughts, II, line 47 Wiseacres. Down deep in a hollow some wiseacres sit, Around them in daylight the blind owlets flit, Contented to dwell deep down in the well Or live like the toad in his narrow abode, With their souls closely wedged in a thick wall of stone, Wisest. R. S. NICHOLS, The Philosopher Toad So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say MILTON, Paradise Lost, VIII, lines 548-550 He is oft the wisest man, WORDSWORTH, The Oak and the Broom, st. 7 Wish. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. A wish, that she hardly dared to own, WHITTIER, Maud Muller, st. 6 Wishes. If wishes would prevail with me, Wishing. Wit. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry V, iii, 2 Wishing, of all employments, is the worst. YOUNG, Night Thoughts, IV, line 72 Although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it; And therefore bore it not about, As men their best apparel do. BUTLER, Hudibras, I, i, lines 45-50 Don't put too fine a point to your wit, for fear it should get blunted. CERVANTES, The Little Gipsy (La Gitanilla) His wit invites you by his looks to come, COWPER, Conversation, lines 303, 304 The greatest sharp some day will find another sharper wit; It always makes the devil laugh to see a biter bit. C. G. LELAND, El Capitan-General, st. 12 A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.2 POPE, Dunciad, iv, line 90 True wit is nature to advantage dressed, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed; For works may have more wit than does 'em good, POPE, Essay on Criticism, lines 297-304 You have a nimble wit.3 SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, iii, 2 None are so surely caught, when they are catched, SHAKESPEARE, Love's Labour's Lost, v, 2 Wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iii, 5 Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. SHAKESPEARE, The Tempest, ii, 1 A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the wrong side may be turned outward. SHAKESPEARE, Twelfth Night, iii, 1 As full of wit as an egg is full of meat. STERNE, Tristram Shandy, VII, xxxvii 1 You beat you pate, and fancy wit will come: Knock as you please, there's nobody at home. POPE, Epigram 2 This man [Lord Chesterfield] I thought had been a lord among wits, but I find he is only a wit among lords. 3 I have a pretty wit. SAMUEL JOHNSON, Life, by Boswell, 1754 Your wit ambles well; it goes easily. SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, v, 1 SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing, v, I Witchcrafts. And the Devil will fetch me now in fire, And I, who have troubled [rifled] the dead man's grave, Withered. SOUTHEY, The Old Woman of Berkeley, st. 9 What are these So withered and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, Wives.- Wives may be merry, and yet honest too. SHAKESPEARE, Merry Wives of Windsor, iv, 2 Woe. He scorned his own, who felt another's woe. Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain; The heart can ne'er a transport know LORD LYTTELTON, Song: Say, Myra, Why is Gentle Love What though no friends in sable weeds appear, To midnight dances and the public show? POPE, Elegy to an Unfortunate Lady, lines 55-58 Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, SCOTT, Lady of the Lake, Canto i, st. 9 One woe doth tread upon another's heel, SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iv, 7 Woes. The graceful tear that streams for other's woes. AKENSIDE, Pleasures of the Imagination, I, line 6 1'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods [modes], shapes [shows] of grief, SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 2 2 Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; YOUNG, Night Thoughts, III, lines 63, 64 |