Two wishes make a will Two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them Unaccustomed to have his will thwarted Unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions Uncommon unprogressiveness Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere Universal censor's angry spite Unseemly hour--unbetimes Unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate Use your religion like a drug Utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient Vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists Vanity maketh the strongest most weak Venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies Venus of nature was melting into a Venus of art Very little parleying between determined men Vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect Victims of the modern feminine 'ideal' Violent summons to accept, which is a provocation to deny Virtue of impatience Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame Vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her Wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck Waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her Wakening to the claims of others-- Youth's infant conscience Want of courage is want of sense War is only an exaggerated form of duelling Warm, is hardly the word--Winter's warm on skates Was I true? Not so very false, yet how far from truth! Was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste Was born on a hired bed Watch, and wait We are, in short, a civilized people We shall not be rich--nor poor We could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely We has long overshadowed "I" We are good friends till we quarrel again We are chiefly led by hope We have a system, not planned but grown We can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back We can't hope to have what should be We don't know we are in halves We must fawn in society We never see peace but in the features of the dead We live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited We dare not be weak if we would We do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive We women can read men by their power to love We were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing We trust them or we crush them We shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another We make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong We cannot relinquish an idea that was ours We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles We like well whatso we have done good work for We grew accustomed to periods of Irish fever We have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude We must have some excuse, if we would keep to life We shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage We cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night We have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems We don't go together into a garden of roses