Index — Chapter WATER <i>to</i> WEEDS (Part 2 of 2)

WEARY.—Thousands had sunk on the ground overpower’d,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

Campbell.—The Soldier’s Dream.

WEAVE.—Weave the warp, and weave the woof.

Gray.—The Bard.

WEAVER.—Zounds, sir! how came you to be a weaver of Stockings?

Holcroft.—The Road to Ruin, Act III. Scene 2.

WED.Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing;
Read you not the wrong you’re doing
In my cheek’s pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing,
Wed, or cease to woo.

Campbell.—The Maid’s Remonstrance, Verse 1.

WEEDS.—Sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste.

Shakespeare.—King Richard III. Act II. Scene 4. (Young York to the Duchess.)

Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.

Shakespeare.—King Richard III. Act II. Scene 4. (Young York to the Duchess.)