Willow. There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iv, 7 Win.- Heads I win,- ditto tails.

Lowell, Biglow Papers, II, ii. Jonathan to John, st. 4 Wind.

'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,
Thou art not so unkind

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.'

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part III, ii, 5
Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind,
Peering in maps for ports and piers and roads.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, i
More inconstant than the wind, who woos
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being angered, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

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
Who please, the more because they preach in vain, -
Let us have wine and women,? mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.

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 Hun-

dred Points of Good Husbandry: The Properties of Winds ? Then comes witching wine again, With glorious woman in its train.

T. Moore, Odes of Anacreon Who loves not wine, woman, and song, He is a fool his whole life long!

THACKERAY, A Credo

It (wine) helps the headache, cough, and phthisic,
And is for all diseases physic.

JOHN FLETCHER, Drink To-Day, st. 2
Fill every beaker up, my men,

Pour forth the cheering wine;
There's life and strength in every drop, -
Thanksgiving to the vine!

A. G. GREENE, The Baron's Last Banquet, st. 7
If with water you fill up your glasses,

You'll never write anything wise;
For wine's the true horse of Parnassus,
Which carries a bard to the skies!
T. MOORE, from the Anthologia, cited in note

to Odes of Anacreon A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiberi in't.

SHAKESPEARE, Coriolanus, ii, i 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,
Wine, I know, was made to drink.

R. H. STODDARD, Persian Songs: The Jar, st. I Wisdom.— 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 ;
To written wisdom, as another's, less.

Pope, Moral Essays, Epistle i, lines 11-13
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.

SHAKESPEARE, King Lear, iv, 2
With wisdom fraught,
Not such as books, but such as practice taught.

WALLER, On the King's Return
Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.
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 Ali're i from Prison, st. 2

Wise.

Much too wise to walk into a well.

POPE, Imitations of Horace, II, Epistle ü, line 191 Thou think'st it folly to be wise too soon.

YOUNG, Vigitt Thoughts, II, line 47 Wiseacres.- Down deep in a hollow some wiseacres sit,

Like a toad in his cell in the stone;
Around them in daylight the blind owlets filit,

And their creeds are with ivy o'ergrown.

Contented to dwell deep down in the well
Or move like the snail in the crust of his shell,
Or live like the toad in his narrow abode,
With their souls closely wedged in a thick wall of stone,
By the grey weeds of prejudice rankly o'ergrown.

R. S. Nichols, The Philosopher Toad Wisest.

So well to know
Her own, that what she wills to do or say
Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.

Milton, Paradise Lost, VIII, lines 548-550
He is oft the wisest man,
Who is not wise at all.

WORDSWORTH, The Oak and the Broom, st. 7 Wish.— Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, iv, 5 [4]
A wish, that she hardly dared to own,
For something better than she had known.

WHITTIER, Maud Muller, st. 6
Wishes.- If wishes would prevail with me,
My purpose should not fail with me.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry V, iii, 2 Wishing. Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.

Young, Night Thoughts, IV, line 72 Wit.

Although he had much wit,
He was very shy of using it;
As being loth to wear it out,
And therefore bore it not about,
Unless on holy-days, or so,
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,
But when you knock it never is at home."

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.?

Pope, Dunciad, iv, line 90
True wit is nature to advantage dressed,
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed;
Something, whose truth convinced at sight we find,
That gives us back the image of our mind.
As shades more sweetly recommend the light,
So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.
For works may have more wit than does 'em good,
As bodies perish through excess of blood.

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,
As wit turned fool.

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, i

A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the wrong side may be turned outward.

SHAKESPEARE, Twelfth Night, iii, i

As full of wit as an egg is full of meat.

STERNE, Tristram Shandy, VII, xxxvii

'You beat you pate, and fancy wit will come: Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.

Pope, Epigram ? This man (Lord Chesterfield] I thought had been a lord among wits, but I find he is only a wit among lords.

Samuel JOHNSON, Life, by Boswell, 1754 3 I have a pretty wit.

SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, v, I Your wit ambles well; it goes easily.

SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing. v, i

Witchcrafts.— And the Devil will fetch me now in fire,

My witchcrafts to atone ;
And I, who have troubled [rified] the dead man's grave,
Shall never have rest in my own.

Southey, The Old Woman of Berkeley, st. 9

Withered.

What are these
So withered and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't?

SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, i, 3

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.

CAMPBELL, Gertrude of Wyoming, I, st. 24
Alas! by some degree of woe

We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know
That never feels a pain. LORD LYTTELTON,

Song: Say, Myra, Why is Gentle Love
What though no friends in sable weeds appear,
Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year,
And bear about the mockery of woe!
To midnight dances and the public show?

Pope, Elegy to an Unfortunate Lady, lines 55-58
Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day,
That costs thy life, my gallant grey.

Scott, Lady of the Lake, Canto i, st. 9

One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.? SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iv, 7

Woes.— The graceful tear that streams for other's woes.

AKENSIDE, Pleasures of the Imagination, I, line 6

I'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,
That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play:
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 2 2 Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train; they tread each other's heel.

Young, Night Thoughts, III, lines 63, 64