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Well. Were 't the last drop in the well,
And I gasping on the brink,'
Ere my fainting spirit fell,

'T is to thee that I would drink.
BYRON, Lines to Moore, st. 4
Werther. Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.

THACKERAY, Sorrows of Werther, st. 1

Westminster. Westminster Abbey or victory!

HORATIO, VISCOUNT NELSON, Exclamation at the battle of Cape St. Vincent Westward-Ho.- Olivia. There lies your way, due west. Viola. Then westward-ho!

SHAKESPEARE, Twelfth Night, iii, 1

Wether. I am a tainted wether of the flock,
Meetest for death.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iv, 1 Wethers. To return to our wethers." RABELAIS, I, i

Whale. His angle-rod made of a sturdy oak;
His line a cable which in storms ne'er broke;
His hook he baited with a dragon's tail,
And sat upon a rock, and bobbed for whale.
W. KING, Upon a Giant's Angling

Wheels. All day the iron wheels go onward,
Grinding life down from its mark;

And the children's souls, which God is calling sunward,
Spin on blindly in the dark.

E. B. BROWNING, The Cry of the Children, st. 8 And wheels [bicycles] rush in where horses fear to tread. HOLMES, Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, vii, Note

Whip. O heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip

To lash the rascals naked through the world. SHAKESPEARE, Othello, iv, 2 Whipped. Thou shalt be whipped with wire, and stewed in brine,

Smarting in lingering pickle.

SHAKESPEARE, Antony and Cleopatra, ii, 5

1 Another reading is: As I gasped upon the brink.

2 Usually quoted 'muttons" from the French word moutons.

Whipping. Use every man after his desert, and who should [shall] 'scape whipping? SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, ii, 2

She shall have whipping-cheer enough.
SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, v, 4

No wonder that those Irish lads
Should be so gay and frisky,
For sure St. Pat he taught them that,
As well as making whiskey;
No wonder that the saint himself


Should understand distilling,
Since his mother kept a shebeen shop
In the town of Enniskillen.

HENRY BENNETT, St. Patrick Was a Gentleman

Freedom and whiskey gang thegither!

BURNS, Prayer to the Scotch Representatives, ad finem

Peat whiskey hot,

Tempered with well-boiled water!

These make the long night shorter,

Forgetting not

Good stout old English porter.

R. H. MESSINGER, A Winter Wish, st. I

Whistle. Oh, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad;
Though father and mither and a' should gae mad.
BURNS, Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come To You, st. 1
As clear as a whistle.

JOHN BYROM, Epistle to Lloyd, st. 12 With mug in hand to wet his whistle.

COTTON, Virgil Travestie, line 6

He has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle.
FRANKLIN, The Whistle, November,


The maiden laughed out in her innocent glee,—

"What a fool of yourself with your whistle you'd make! For only consider, how silly 't would be

To sit there and whistle for

what you might take!" ROBERT STORY, The Whistle

Whistled. He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
DRYDEN, Cymon and Iphigenia, lines 84, 85

Whistling. The school-boy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.

R. BLAIR, The Grave

Whitewood. The panels of whitewood, that cuts like cheese,
But lasts like iron for things like these.
HOLMES, The Deacon's Masterpiece, st. 5

Why. Whatever skeptic could nquire for,
For ev'ry why he had a wherefore.1
BUTLER, Hudibras, I, i, lines 131, 132

The "why" is plain as way to parish church.
SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, ii, 7


Wicked. She never followed wicked ways -
Unless when she was sinning.

I's wicked — I is. can't help it.


GOLDSMITH, Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize, st. 3
I's mighty wicked, anyhow. I
H. B. STOWE, Uncle Tom's Cabin, xx

The Avon to the Severn runs,

The Severn to the sea;

And Wickliffe's dust shall spread abroad,
Wide as the waters be."


DANIEL WEBSTER, Address before the "Sons of
New Hampshire"

Widow. He died of the slow fever called the tertian,
And left his widow to her own aversion.
BYRON, Don Juan, Canto i, st. 34
Widow Machree, and when winter comes in,
Och hone! Widow Machree,

To be poking the fire all alone is a sin,

Och hone! Widow Machree.

Sure the shovel and tongs
To each other belongs,
And the kettle sings songs

Full of family glee;
While alone with your cup,
Like a hermit, you sup,

Och hone! Widow Machree.

SAMUEL LOVER, Widow Machree, st. 3

Every why hath a wherefore.

Wa there ever any man thus beaten out of season,

When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?

2 Flung to the heedless winds,
Or on the waters cast,
The martyrs' ashes, watched,
Shall gathered be at last;
And from that scattered dust,
Around us and abroad,
Shall spring a plenteous seed
Of witnesses for God.

SHAKESPEARE, Comedy of Errors, ii, 2

MARTIN LUTHER, The Martyrs' Hymn (trans. W. J. Fox)

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
That thou consum'st thyself in single life?


I' faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
That shall be wooed and wedded in a day.
SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, iv, 2
Tears of the widower, when he sees
A late-lost form that sleep reveals,
And moves his doubtful arms, and feels
Her place is empty.

TENNYSON, In Memoriam, xiii, st. 1

Widows. If for widows you die,
Learn to kiss, not to sigh.

CHARLES LEVER, Widow Malone, st. 6


It grieves my soul,
That I must draw this metal from my side
To be a widow-maker!- SHAKESPEARE, King John, v, 2


He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.

BACON, Essay VIII: Of Marriage and Single Life

What is it, then, to have or have no wife,
But single thraldom or a double strife?

BACON, The World, st. 3

What is there in the vale of life
Half so delightful as a wife,
When friendship, love, and peace combine
To stamp the marriage bond divine?

COWPER, Love Abused, lines 1-4

The faithful wife, without debate.

to Attain Happy Life

The world goes up and the world goes down,
And the sunshine follows the rain;

And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown
Can never come over again,

Sweet wife;

No, never come over again.

For woman is warm though man be cold,

And the night will hallow the day;
Till the heart which at even was weary and old

Can rise in the morning gay,

Sweet wife;

To its work in the morning gay

KINGSLEY, Dolcino to Margaret

Sail forth into the sea of life,
O gentle, loving, trusting wife!

The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks,
Safest and seemliest by her husband stays,
Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.
MILTON, Paradise Lost, IX, lines 267-269

All these good parts a perfect woman make;
Add love to me, they make a perfect wife;1
Without her love, her beauty I should take,
As that of pictures, dead; that gives it life;

Till then her beauty, like the sun, doth shine
Alike to all; that only makes it mine.


LONGFELLOW, Building of the Ship, st. 24

You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.2

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SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, ii, 1 Wilderness. The wilderness shall blossom as the rose.3 TENNYSON, Aylmer's Field, line 649


Be there a will, and wisdom finds the way.
G. CRABBE, The Birth of Flattery, st. 18

At war 'twixt will and will not.

SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure, ii, 2

Willie Winkie.- Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town,
Up stairs and doon stairs, in his nicht-gown,
Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,

"Are the weans in their bed? for it's now ten o'clock."
W. MILLER, Willie Winkie, st. 1

DICKENS, David Copperfield, I, v

Willing. Barkis is willin'.

A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures and his cares dividing,
Winning him back when mingling in the throng,
Back from a world we love, alas! too long,
To fireside happiness, to hours of ease,
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.


2 Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.-GRAY, The Bard, i, 3

Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;
Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.

T. OTWAY, Venice Preserved, v, i The desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. Isaiah xxxv, I 4 What I will not, that I cannot do.

We would, and we would not.

SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure, ii, 2
Ibid., iv, 4

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