Who beguiles so much as Self? Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete Who venerate when they love Who rises from Prayer a better man, his prayer is answered Who cannot talk!--but who can? Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? Who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue Who cries, Come on, and prays his gods you won't Who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt Who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Who can really think, and not think hopefully? Whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion Whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse Why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her Why, he'll snap your head off for a word Why should these men take so much killing? Wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty Wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man Will not admit the existence of a virtue in an opposite opinion William John Fleming was simply a poor farmer Win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be Winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum Wins everywhere back a reflection of its own kindliness Winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly Wise in not seeking to be too wise With what little wisdom the world is governed With a proud humility With one idea, we see nothing--nothing but itself With a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything With death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm With that I sail into the dark With this money, said the demon, you might speculate Withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt Without a single intimation that he loathed the task Without those consolatory efforts, useless between men Wits, which are ordinarily less productive than land Wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important Woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man Woman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man Woman's precious word No at the sentinel's post, and alert Women are happier enslaved Women are taken to be the second thoughts of the Creator Women with brains, moreover, are all heartless Women must not be judging things out of their sphere Women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them Women treat men as their tamed housemates Women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule Women and men are in two hostile camps Women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters Won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore Wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas Wooing a good man for his friendship Wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words Work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter Work is medicine World voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly World cannot pardon a breach of continuity World is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite