Wealth; see Poverty.

If thou art rich, thou art poor;
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.

Shakespeare: Measure for Measure.

To whom can riches give repute or trust,
Content or pleasure, but the good and just?
Judges and senates have been bought for gold,
Esteem and love were never to be sold.

Pope: Essay on Man.

Wealth in the gross is death, but life diffus'd;
As poison heals, in just proportion us'd.

Pope: Moral Essays.

To purchase heaven, has gold the power?
Can gold remove the mortal hour?
In life, can love be bought with gold?
Are friendship's pleasures to be sold?
No; all that's worth a wish-a thought-
Fair virtue gives unbrib'd, unbought;
Cease, then, on trash thy hopes to bind,
Let nobler views engage thy mind.

Dr. Johnson: To a Friend.

Can gold calm passion, or make reason shine?
Can we dig peace, or wisdom, from the mine?
Wisdom to gold prefer; for 'tis much less
To make our fortune, than our happiness.

Young: Love of Fame.

These grains of gold are not grains of wheat!
These bars of silver thou canst not eat;

These jewels and pearls and precious stones
Cannot cure the aches in thy bones,

Nor keep the feet of death one hour
From climbing the stairways of thy tower.

Longfellow: Tales of a Wayside Inn.

Welcome; see Home.

Sir, you are very welcome to our house.
It must appear in other ways than words,
Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice.

Unbidden guests

Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Shakespeare: 1 Henry VI.

Welcome ever smiles,

And Farewell goes out sighing.

Shakespeare: Troilus and Cressida.

And kind the voice and glad the eyes
That welcome my return at night.

Bryant: Hunter of the Prairies.

The atmosphere

Breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers
Seem full of welcomes.

Longfellow: Masque of Pandora.

Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed

and feasted;

All things were held in common, and what one had,

was another's.

Longfellow: Evangeline.

Winter.

See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train,
Vapors, and clouds, and storms.

Thomson: Seasons. Winter.

I crown thee king of intimate delights,
Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness,
And all the comforts that the lowly roof
Of undisturb'd retirement, and the hours
Of long, uninterrupted evening, know.

Cowper: Task.

All nature feels the renovating force
Of winter, only to the thoughtless eye
In ruin seen. The frost-contracted glebe
Draws in abundant vegetable soul,
And gathers vigor for the coming year.
A stronger glow sits on the lively cheek
Of ruddy fire; and luculent along
The purer rivers flow: their sullen deeps,
Transparent, open to the shepherd's gaze
And murmur hoarser at the fixing frost.

Thomson: Seasons. Winter.

But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts
Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows.
Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods
All flushed with many hues. Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach!
The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps,

And the broad arching portals of the grove

Welcome thy entering.

Bryant: A Winter Piece.

Wisdom, Philosophy; see Reason and Thought.

Wisdom, a name to shake

All evil dreams of power.

Tennyson: The Poet.

How charming is divine Philosophy!

Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,

And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.

Milton: Comus.

Let time that makes you homely, make you sage,
The sphere of wisdom is the sphere of age.

What is it to be wise?

"Tis but to know how little can be known;
To see all others' faults, and feel your own.

Parnell.

Pope: Essay on Man.

True wisdom, laboring to expound, heareth others readily;

False wisdom, sturdy to deny, closeth up her mind

to argument.

Tupper: Proverbial Philosophy.

Sublime Philosophy!

Thou art the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven,
And bright with beckoning angels; but, alas!

We see thee, like the patriarch, but in dreams,
By the first step, dull slumbering on the earth.
Bulwer-Lytton: Richelieu.

Wisdom and Goodness are twin-born, one heart
Must hold both sisters, never seen apart.

Cowper: Expostulation.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates;
Wealth may seek us; but wisdom must be sought;
Sought before all; (but how unlike all else
We seek on earth!) 'tis never sought in vain.

Young: Night Thoughts.

What were the wise man's plan?

Through this sharp, toil-set life,
To work as best he can,

And win what's won by strife.

Matthew Arnold: Empedocles on Etna.

The stream from Wisdom's well,

Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.

Bayard Taylor: Wisdom of All.

Wit; see Mirth and Laughter.

Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;
By and by it will strike.

Shakespeare: Tempest.

Wit is the loadstar of each human thought,

Wit is the tool by which all things are wrought.

Greene: From Alcida.