2105 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _The Three Fishers._

=World.=

Why, then, the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

2106 SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care.

2107 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Fast by hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star.

2108 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1051.

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.

2109 MOORE: _This World is all a Fleeting Show._

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

2110 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 113.

=Worm.=

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.

2111 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Worship.=

There may be worship without words.

2112 LONGFELLOW: _My Cathedral._

=Worth.=

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.

2113 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 203.

=Wounds.=

Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.

2114 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike.

2115 POPE: _Prol. to the Satires,_ Line 201.

=Wrath.=

Come not within the measure of my wrath.

2116 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!

2117 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 1.

=Wreaths.=

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments.

2118 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Wrecks.=

Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon.

2119 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

=Wretch.=

A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, A living dead man.

2120 SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Writing.=

You write with ease to show your breeding, But easy writing's curs'd hard reading.

2121 SHERIDAN: _Clio's Prot._

Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.

2122 SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: _Essay on Poetry._

=Wrong.=

Behold on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!

2123 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. viii., Line 367.

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

2124 WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. iii.

==X.==

=Xerxes.=