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Heed not the folk who sing or say

In sonnet sad or sermon chill, "Alas, alack, and well-a-day!

This round world's but a bitter pill."
We too are sad and careful; still

We'd rather be alive than not.
GRAHAM R. TOMSONBallade of the Optimist.

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours. WORDSWORTH-Miscellaneous Sonnets. Pt. I.

XXXIII. 16 The world's a bubble and the life of man Less than a span. In his conception wretched, and from the womb So to the tomb. Nurst from the cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns in water, and but writes in dust. WOTTONThe World. Ode to Bacon.

(See also Bacon)

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Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold

of the new. WALLER-Divine Poems. Works. P. 316.

(Ed. 1729)

Man of the World (for such wouldst thou be

called) And art thou proud of that inglorious

style? YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VIII. L. 8.




The world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel. HORACE WALPOLELetter to Sir Horace Mann.


They most the world enjoy who least admire. YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night VIII. L.




If we suppose a sufficient righteousness and intelligence in men to produce presently, from the tremendous lessons of history, an effective will for a world peace that is to say, an effective will for a world law under a world governmentfor in no other fashion is a secure world peace conceivable-in what manner may we expect things to move towards this end?

It is an educational task, and its very essence is to bring to the minds of all men everywhere, as a necessary basis for world cooperation, a new telling and interpretation, a common interpretation, of history. H. G. WELLS- Outline of History. Ch. XLI.

Par. 2.

Let not the cooings of the world allure thee:
Which of her lovers ever found her true?
YOUNGNight Thoughts. Night VIII. L.


I am the last man in the world to say that the succor which is given us from America is not in itself something to rejoice at greatly. But I also say that I can see more in the knowledge that America is going to win a right to be at the conference table when the terms of peace are discussed.

It would have been a tragedy for mankind if America had not been there,

and there with all her influence and power. D. LLOYD GEORGE—Speech, at the Meeting of

American Residents in London. April 12, 1917.


What is this world? A net to snare the soule. GEORGE WHETSTONE. In TOTTLE's Miscel

lany. Erroneously attributed to GASCOIGNE.

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He wales a portion with judicious care;
And “Let us worship God!” he says, with solemn

air. BURNSThe Cotter's Saturday Night. St. 12.

Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place. BURTON-Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III.

Sec. IV. Memb. I. Subsec. 5. (See also MONTAIGNE, also AMBROSE under





It was the human spirit itself that failed at Paris. It is no use passing judgments and making scapegoats of this or that individual statesman or group of statesmen. Idealists make a great mistake in not facing the real facts sincerely and resolutely. They believe in the power of the spirit, in the goodness which is at the heart of things, in the triumph which is in store for the great moral ideals of the race. But this faith only too often leads to an optimism which is sadly and fatally at variance with actual results. It is the realist and not the idealist who is generally justified by events. We forget that the human spirit, the spirit of goodness and truth in the world, is still only an infant crying in the night, and that the struggle with darkness is as yet mostly an unequal struggle.

Paris proved this terrible truth once more. It was not Wilson who failed there, but humanity itself. It was not the statesmen that failed, so much as the spirit of the peoples behind them. GEN. JAN CHRISTIAN SMUTS—Letter, Jan. 8,

1921. Printed in N. Y. Evening Post, March 2, 1921.

The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!

The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.

BYRON—Manfred. Act III. Sc. 4.

Man always worships something; always he sees the Infinite shadowed forth in something finite; and indeed can and must so see it in any finite thing, once tempt him well to fix his eyes thereon.

CARLYLE—Essays. Goethe's Works.

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Rules of conduct which govern men in their relations to one another are being applied in an ever-increasing degree to nations. The battlefield as a place of settlement of disputes is gradually yielding to arbitral courts of justice. WILLIAM HOWARD TAFTDawn of World

Peace. In U. S. Bureau of Education Bulletin. No. 8. (1912)

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The development of the doctrine of international arbitration, considered from the standpoint of its ultimate benefits to the human race, is the most vital movement of modern times. In its relation to the well-being of the men and women of this and ensuing generations, it exceeds in importance the proper solution of various economic problems which are constant themes of legislative discussion or enactment. WILLIAM HOWARD TAFT—Dawn of World

Peace. In U. S. Bureau of Education Bulletin. No. 8. (1912)

WORSHIP (See also RELIGION) It is the Mass that matters. AUGUSTINE BIRRELL-What, Then, Did Hap

pen at the Reformation? Pub. in Nineteenth
Century, April, 1896. Answered, July, 1896.

Ah, why
Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect
God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore
Only among the crowd and under roofs
That our frail hands have raised?

BRYANT-A Forest Hymn. L. 16.


As the skull of the man grows broader, so do his

creeds. And his gods they are shaped in his image and

mirror his needs. And he clothes them with thunders and beauty,

He clothes them with music and fire,
Seeing not, as he bows by their altars,

That he worships his own desire.
D. R. P. MARQUIS (Don Marquis) —The

God-Maker, Man.
For all of the creeds are false, and all of the creeds

are true; And low at the shrines where my brothers bow,

there will I bow too;




For no form of a god, and no fashion
Man has made in his desperate passion,
But is worthy some worship of mine;
Not too hot with a gross belief,

Nor yet too cold with pride,
I will bow me down where my brothers bow,

Humble, but open eyed.
D. R. P. MARQUIS (Don Marquis)-The God-
Maker, Man.

(See also MOORE) Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.

MILTON-On the Late Massacre in Piedmont.

This was the penn'worth of his thought.

BUTLER-Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto III.

Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle.

The game is not worth the candle.
French Proverb quoted by LORD CHESTER-




Nihil vulgare te dignum videri potest.

Nothing common can seem worthy of you. CICERO to CÆSAR.



How often from the steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard
Celestial voices to the midnight air,
Sole, or responsive each to other's note,
Singing their

great Creator? MILTONParadise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 680.

The two Great Unknowns, the two Illustrious Conjecturabilities! They are the best known unknown persons that have ever drawn breath upon the planet. (The Devil and Shakespeare.) S. L. CLEMENS (MARK TWAIN)-Shakespeare.

Dead? Ch. III.



You will always be fools! We shall never be gentlemen. LORD FISHER. In the London Times, June 16,

1919. Quoted by him as a "classic" and as “the apposite words spoken by a German naval officer to his English confrère.” LORD FISHER comments, “On the whole I think I prefer to be the fool-even as a matter of business.”


Every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the place where he chanced to be. MONTAIGNE-A pology for Raimond Sebond. (Quoting Apollo.)

(See also BURTON) Together kneeling, night and day,

Thou, for my sake, at Allah's shrine,
And I-at any God's for thine.
MOORE — Laila Rookh. Fire Worshippers.
Fourth Division. L. 309.

(See also MARQUIS)
So shall they build me altars in their zeal,
Where knaves shall minister, and fools shall kneel:
Where faith may mutter o'er her mystic spell,
Written in blood-and Bigotry may swell
The sail he spreads for Heav'n with blasts from

hell! MOORE-Lalla Rookh. Veiled Prophet of Kho


Not worth twopence, (or I don't care twopence). Favorite expression of MARSHAL Foch. He

is nicknamed “General Deux Sous" from this. WELLINGTON used “Not worth a twopenny dam." See WELLINGTONDispatches. Vol. I. Letter to his brother, the GovernorGeneral. (The dam was a small Indian coin.)

(See also BEAUMONT)




Yet, if he would, man cannot live all to this world. If not religious, he will be superstitious. If he worship not the true God, he will have his idols. THEODORE PARKER-Critical and Miscellane

ous Writings. Essay I. A Lesson for the Day.

Stoop, boys: this gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows

you To morning's holy office. Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 2.

Get a prayer-book in your hand, And stand betwixt two churchmen.

Richard III. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 47.

He has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle.

(See also KING LEAR) 18

Too good for great things and too great for good.


19 In native worth and honour clad. Libretto of HAYDN's Creation. Adapted from

Milton's Paradise Lost. IV. 289. “Godlike erect, with native honour-clad."


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H' had got a hurt O'th' inside of a deadlier sort.

BUTLERHudibras. Pt. I. Canto III. L. 309.



mon verre.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear That which disfigures it.

BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 84.

An ounce of enterprise is worth a pound of privilege. FREDERIC R. MARVIN-Companionship of

Books. P. 318. Mon verre n'est pas grand, mais je bois dans

My glass is not large, but I drink from my glass. ALFRED DE MUSSET.

3 Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather and prunello.

POPEEssay on Man. Epistle IV. 203.

4 I would that I were low laid in my grave; I am not worth this coil that's made for me

King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 161.

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Tempore ducetur longo fortasse cicatrix;
Horrent admotas vulnera cruda manus.

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands. OVIDEpistolæ Ex Ponto. I. 3. 15.



I have been worth the whistle. O Goneril.
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face.
King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 27.

(See also FRANKLIN)
Let there be some more test made of my metal,
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamped upon it.
Measure for Measure. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 49.

(See also WYCHERLEY under MAN) 7 O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,

When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? And what is't but mine own when I praise

thee? Sonnet XXXIX.

Saucius ejurat pugnam gladiator, et idem
Immemor antiqui vulneris arma capit.

The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting his former wound resumes his arms. OVID- Epistolæ Ex Ponto. I. 5. 37.



A pilot's part in calms cannot be spy'd,
In dangerous times true worth is only tri'd.

STIRLINGDoomes-day. The Fifth Houre.

Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee

And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,

In secret, in silence, and tears.
MRS. DAVID PORTERThou Hast Wounded

the Spirit. Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor

dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me.

Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 229.



It is a maxim, that those to whom everybody allows the second place have an undoubted title to the first. SWIFTTale of a Tub. Dedication.

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

EDMUND WALLER-Miscellanies. I. L. 163.


Safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head; The least a death to nature.

Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 26.




What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 377.

But though that place I never gain,
Herein lies comfort for my pain:

I will be worthy of it.
ELLA WHEELER Wilcox—I Will be Worthy


He in peace is wounded, not in war.

The Rape of Lucrece. L. 831.

of It.



He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 1.


It is easy enough to be prudent,

When nothing tempts you to stray; When without or within no voice of sin

Is luring your soul away; But it's only a negative virtue

Until it is tried by fire,
And the life that is worth the honor of earth,

Is the one that resists desire.

The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure.

Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 14.



The private wound is deepest: O time most ac

curs'd 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst.

Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 71.

Siempre acostumbra hacer el vulgo necio,
De le bueno y lo malo igual aprecio.

The foolish and vulgar are always accustomed to value equally the good and the bad. YRIARTE–Fables. XXVIII.


Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create anger where we never meant

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Of form and aspect too magnificent

To be destroyed.

Careless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms:

Which to this day stands single, in the midst

Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore.
Where light-heeld ghosts and visionary shades,
Beneath the wan, cold Moon (as Fame reports)

Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds.
No other merriment, dull tree! is thine.


20 BLAIRThe Grave. L. 22.

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;

Old age is slow in both.
For there no yew nor cypress spread their gloom

ADDISON-Calo. Act II. Sc. 5.
But roses blossom'd by each rustic tomb.
CAMPBELI.Theodric. L. 22.


Youth dreams a bliss on this side death. 17 Slips of yew

It dreams a rest, if not more deep, Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse.

More grateful than this marble sleep; Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 27.

It hears a voice within it tell:

Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well. Of vast circumference and gloom profound, 'Tis all perhaps which man acquires, This solitary Tree! A living thing

But 'tis not what our youth desires. Produced too slowly ever to decay;

MATTHEW ARNOLD—Youth and Calm. L. 19.



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