WEEP to WHAT

WEEP.—The fields to all their wonted tribute bear,
To warm their little loves the birds complain;
I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
And weep the more because I weep in vain.

Gray.—Sonnet on Mr. West; quoted in Gilbert Wakefield’s Life of the Poet.

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine;
For voilets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne’er make grow againe.

Anonymous.—1 Percy Reliques, Book II. Page 262. “The Friar of Orders Gray;” and see “The song of Consolation for the Survivors of the Dead,” in Fletcher’s “Queen of Corinth.”

Do not weep, my dear lady; your tears are too precious to shed for me; bottle them up, and may the cork never be drawn!

Sterne.—Letter, No. 128.

I have not wept these forty years; but now
My mother comes afresh into my eyes:
I cannot help her softness.

Dryden.—All for Love, Act I. Scene 1.

We weep and laugh, as we see others do;
He only makes me sad who shows the way,
And first is sad himself.

Roscommon.—Horace, Art of Poetry.

Your looks must alter as your subject does,
From kind to fierce, from wanton to severe,
(Or, as Pope has it, “from grave to gay, from lively to severe;”)
For nature forms, and softens us within,
And writes our fortune’s changes in our face.

Roscommon.—Supra.

WEEPING.—“Say, what remains when hope is fled?”
She answered, “endless weeping!”

Rogers.—The Boy of Egremond, Line 1.

WELCOME.—A tableful of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.

Shakespeare.—Comedy of Errors, Act III. Scene 1. (Antipholus of Ephesus to Balthazar.)

Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.

Pope.—To Bethell, Sat. II. Line 161; The Odyssey, Book XV. Line 84.

WELCOME.—To say you are welcome, were superfluous.

Shakespeare.—Pericles, Act II. Scene 3. (Simonides to his Friends.)

Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.

Shakespeare.—Troilus and Cressida, Act III. Scene 3. (Ulysses to Achilles.)

WELL.—Dan Chaucer, Well of English undefiled,
On fame’s eternal bead-roll worthy to be filed.

Spenser.—Faërie Queen, Book IV. Canto II. Stanza 32.

WENCHES.—I shall find some toys that have been favours,
And nosegays, and such knacks; for there be wenches.


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