To purchase heaven, has gold the power?

Can gold remove the mortal hour?

In life, can love be bought with gold?

Are friendship's pleasures to be sold?

2037 DR. JOHNSON: _To a Friend._

=Weeds.=

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

2038 MILTON: _Tr. of Horace,_ Bk. i., Ode 5.

=Welcome.=

So, you are very welcome to our house.

It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

2039 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome.

2040 SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Wheel.=

I wandered by the brookside, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still.

2041 RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES: _The Brookside._

=Wickedness.=

There is a method in man's wickedness,-- It grows up by degrees.

2042 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _A King and No King,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

=Widows.=

May widows wed as often as they can, And ever for the better change their man; And some devouring plague pursue their lives, Who will not well be govern'd by their wives.

2043 DRYDEN: _Wife of Bath,_ Line 543.

=Wife.=

She is mine own: And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

2044 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, Wives may be merry, and yet honest too.

2045 SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks, Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.

2046 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 267.

She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine.

2047 BURNS: _My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing._

The world well tried--the sweetest thing in life Is the unclouded welcome of a wife.

2048 N.P. WILLIS: _Lady Jane,_ Canto ii., St. 11.

=Wilderness.=

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade.

2049 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 1.

=Will.=

A weapon that comes down as still As snowflakes fall upon the sod; But executes a freeman's will, As lightning does the will of God.

2050 JOHN PIERPONT: _A Word from a Petitioner._

=Willow.=

A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree; Oh, willow, willow, willow!

With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee, Oh, willow, willow, willow!

2051 THOMAS PERCY: _Willow, Willow, Willow._

=Wind.=

What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Not the ill wind which blows none to good.

2052 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes The doors and window-blinds and makes Mysterious moanings in the halls; The convent-chimneys seem almost The trumpets of some heavenly host, Setting its watch upon our walls!

2053 LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Abbot Joachim._

A gentle wind of western birth, From some far summer sea, Wakes daisies in the wintry earth.

2054 GEORGE MACDONALD: _Songs of the Spring Days._

A melancholy sound is in the air, A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.

2055 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Rain Dream._

=Windows.=

Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing.

2056 GRAY: _A Long Story._