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 that hasten by. 
Look, how they come,—­a mingled crowd
Of bright and dark, but rapid days.
2128
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:  Lapse of Time.

None would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain.
2129
DRYDEN:  Aurengzebe, Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Yesterday.=

Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return! 2130 SHAKS.:  Richard II., Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Yew-Tree.=

Old yew, which graspest at the stones
    That name the underlying dead,
    Thy fibres net the dreamless head,
Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.
2131
TENNYSON:  In Memoriam, Pt. ii., St. 1.

=Youth.=

For youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears,
Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness.
2132
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act iv., Sc. 7.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. 2133 SHAKS.:  Two Gent. of V., Act i., Sc. 1.

Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, Like marigolds, toward the sunny side. 2134 JEAN INGELOW:  Four Bridges, St. 56.

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams With its illusions, aspirations, dreams! 2135 LONGFELLOW:  Morituri Salutamus.

In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
  Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
2136
GRAY:  Bard, Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 9.

==Z.==

=Zeal.=

Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
2137
SHAKS.:  Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 2.