content
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
2061
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train,
Vapors, and clouds, and storms.
2062
THOMSON: _Seasons, Winter,_ Line 1.

But Winter has yet brighter scenes--he boasts
Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows;
Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods
All flushed with many hues.
2063
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Winter Piece._

No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array,
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
2064
GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 171.

In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
The redbreast looks in vain
For hips and haws,
Lo, shining flowers upon my window-pane
The silver pencil of the winter draws.
2065
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Winter._

=Wisdom.=

Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it.
2066
SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iii., Sc. 11.

What is it to be wise?
'Tis but to know how little can be known;
To see all others' faults, and feel your own.
2067
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 260.

The stream from Wisdom's well,
Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
2068
BAYARD TAYLOR: _Wisdom of All._

And Wisdom's self
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude.
2069
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 373.

=Wishes.=

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
2070
SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines.
2071
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 662.

=Wit--Wits.=

I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke,
That hath but one hole for to sterten to.
2072
CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, The Wif of Bathes Prologue,_ Line 6154.

Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer.
2073
HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 41.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
2074
DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 163.

Men famed for wit, of dangerous talents vain,
Treat those of common parts with proud disdain.
2075
CRABBE: _Patron,_ Line 229.

Though I am young, I scorn to flit
On the wings of borrowed wit.
2076
GEORGE WITHER: _The Shepherd's Hunting._

=Witches.=

Midnight hags,
By force of potent spells, of bloody characters,
And conjurations, horrible to hear,
Call fiends and spectres from the