My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:  Words without thoughts, never to heaven go. 2099 SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 3.

Apt words have power to ’suage
The tumors of a troubled mind;
And are as balm to fester’d wounds.
2100
MILTON:  Samson Agonistes, Line 184.

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would. 2101 GEORGE ELIOT:  Spanish Gypsy, Bk. iii.

Words, however, are things.
2102
OWEN MEREDITH:  Lucile, Pt. i., Canto ii., St. 6.

=Wordsworth.=

Time may restore us in his course
Goethe’s sage mind and Byron’s force;
But where will Europe’s latter hour
Again find Wordsworth’s healing power?
2103
MATTHEW ARNOLD:  Memorial Verses.

=Work.=

Free men freely work: 
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
2104
MRS. BROWNING:  Aurora Leigh, Bk. viii., Line 752.

Men must work, and women must weep. 2105 CHARLES KINGSLEY:  The Three Fishers.

=World.=

Why, then, the world’s mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
2106
SHAKS.:  Mer.  W. of W., Act ii., Sc. 2.

You have too much respect upon the world:  They lose it that do buy it with much care. 2107 SHAKS.:  M. of Venice, Act i., Sc. 1.

Fast by hanging in a golden chain,
This pendent world, in bigness as a star.
2108
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 1051.

This world is all a 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.=