What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week, Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be stricken down? Lucrece, St. 31. WOMAN (See Marriage) She hath all courtly parts, more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman: from every one The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves; And credulous to false prints. Meas. for Meas. 2: 4. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, She sat like patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Twelfth Night 2: 4. Let me speak myself, Since virtue finds no friends—a wife, a true one? A woman, (I dare say without vain-glory,) Never yet branded with suspicion? Have I with all my full affections Still met the King? lov'd him next Heaven? obey'd him? Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him? . . . Almost forgot my prayers to content him? Bring me a constant woman to her husband, Yet will I add an honor,—a great patience. Hen. VIII. 3: 1. WORLD, THE O wicked, wicked world! Merry Wives 2: 1. O, how full of briars is this working-day world! As You Like It 1: 3. That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. Rich. III. 1: 3. World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, Why this Is the world's soul; and just of the same piece The world is but a word; Were it all yours, to give it in a breath, You have too much respect upon the world A stage, where every man plays a part. Mer. of Ven. 1: 1. This wide and universal theatre Presents more woful pageants, than the scene A O, what a world is this, when what is comely O, good old man! how well in thee appears I have been studying how I may compare I cannot do it: yet I'll hammer 't out. As thus,-"Come, little ones;" and then again, "It is as hard to come, as for a camel To thread the postern of a needle's eye." Rich. II. 5: 5. A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears. King Lear 4:6. WORLDLY HONORS AND GLORY (See Life) Glory grows guilty of detested crimes When, for fame's sake, for praise, an outward part, We bend to that the working of the heart. Love's Labor 4: 1. O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us! Since riches point to misery and contempt? Who would be so mock'd with glory? or to live By him that rais'd me to this careful height. To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at Small joy have I in being England's queen. Rich. III. 1: 3. Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! Is nothing left me, but my body's length. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven. III Hen. VI. 5: 2. Why doth the crown lie there, upon his pillow, O polish'd perturbation! golden care! . . . There is your crown; Than as your honor, and as your renown, Let me no more from this obedience rise, (Which my most true and inward duteous spirit ... And thus upbraided it: "The care on thee depending, Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold. But thou, most fine, most honor'd, most renown'd, God knows, my son, By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, I met this crown; and I myself know well How troublesome it sat upon my head. II Hen. IV. 4: 4 |