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.=

Xerxes did die,
And so must I.
2125
_From the New England Primer._

==Y.==

=Years.=

Jumping o'er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hourglass.
2126
SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Chorus.

Years following years, steal something every day;
At last they steal us from ourselves away.
2127
POPE: Satire vi., Line 72.

I sigh not over vanished years,
But watch the years