We're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! We're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon We're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us We're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets We've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us Weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one Weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome Weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side Weather and women have some resemblance they say Weighty little word--woman's native watchdog and guardian (No!) Welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting Well, sir, we must sell our opium Welsh blood is queer blood Went into endless invalid's laughter Were I chained, For liberty I would sell liberty What might have been What the world says, is what the wind says What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us What he did, she took among other inevitable matters What a stock of axioms young people have handy What a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature What else is so consolatory to a ruined man? What was this tale of Emilia, that grew more and more perplexing What ninnies call Nature in books What a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' What's an eccentric? a child grown grey! When you run away, you don't live to fight another day When we see our veterans tottering to their fall When to loquacious fools with patience rare I listen When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy When he's a Christian instead of a Churchman When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate When duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful When we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt When you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her Where fools are the fathers of every miracle Where one won't and can't, poor t' other must Where she appears, the first person falls to second rank Where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect Where love exists there is goodness Whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books Who venerate when they love Who cannot talk!--but who can? Who rises from Prayer a better man, his prayer is answered Who beguiles so much as Self? Who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt Who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue Who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries Who can really think, and not think hopefully? Who cries, Come on, and prays his gods you won't Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion Whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse Why should these men take so much killing? Why, he'll snap your head off for a word Why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her Wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty