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| This world is Gods world, after all. Charles Kingsley. | 1 |
| There is another and a better world. Kotzebue. | 2 |
| Keep thyself unspotted from the world. Cecil. | 3 |
| What is this world? thy school, O Misery! Young. | 4 |
| But it does move. Galileo. | 5 |
| Its pomp, its pleasures, and its nonsense all. Thomson. | 6 |
| The world itself makes us sick of the world. Bossuet. | 7 |
| The world is ashamed of being virtuous. Sterne. | 8 |
| A mad world, my masters. Middleton. | 9 |
| Creations heir, the world, the world, is mine. Goldsmith. | 10 |
| Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Goldsmith. | 11 |
| O, how full of briars is this working-day world! Shakespeare. | 12 |
| This world is Gods workshop for making men in. Henry Ward Beecher. | 13 |
| The world is all title-page without contents. Young. | 14 |
| For the fashion of this world passeth away. Bible. | 15 |
| There was all the world and his wife. Swift. | 16 |
| They most the world enjoy who least admire. Young. | 17 |
| The world is the same everywhere. Auerbach. | 18 |
| I am a citizen of the world. Diogenes Laërtius. | 19 |
| Such stuff the world is made of. Cowper. | 20 |
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| | In this bad, twisted, topsy-turvy world, |
| Where all the heaviest wrongs get uppermost. |
E. B. Browning. | 21 |
| | The wide world is all before us |
| But a world without a friend. |
Burns. | 22 |
| | Hanging in a golden chain |
| This pendent world. |
Milton. | 23 |
| Come, follow me, and leave the world to its babblings. Dante. | 24 |
| I pray not for the world, but for them which Thou hast given me. Bible. | 25 |
| | To know the world, not love her, is thy point; |
| She gives but little, nor that little long. |
Young. | 26 |
| We may despise the world, but we cannot do without it. Baron Wessenberg. | 27 |
| How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart! Calderon. | 28 |
| He who best knows the world will love it least. Balzac. | 29 |
| The world is his who can see through its pretension. Emerson. | 30 |
| The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms. Edgar A. Poe. | 31 |
| I am sick of this bad world! The daylight and the sun grow painful to me. Addison. | 32 |
| The world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel. Horace Walpole. | 33 |
| Contact with the world either breaks or hardens the heart. Chamfort. | 34 |
| Happy is she that from the world retires, and carries with her what the world admires. Waller. | 35 |
| All this worlds noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy! Cowley. | 36 |
| Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change. Tennyson. | 37 |
| Everybody in this world wants watching, but nobody more than ourselves. H. W. Shaw. | 38 |
| And the whole world would henceforth be a wider prison unto me. Byron. | 39 |
| O world, what pictures and what harmonies are thine! Emerson. | 40 |
| Everything is for the best to this best of possible worlds. Voltaire. | 41 |
| Why, then the worlds mine oyster, which I with sword will open. Shakespeare. | 42 |
| For some must watch, while some must sleep; so runs the world away. Shakespeare. | 43 |
| | Let not the cooings of the world allure thee; |
| Which of her lovers ever found her true? |
Young. | 44 |
| Trust not the world, for it never payeth that it promiseth. St. Augustine. | 45 |
| The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it. Locke. | 46 |
| | The world is a great poem, and the worlds |
| The words it is writ in, and we souls the thoughts. |
Bailey. | 47 |
| The world is a beautiful book, but of little use to him who cannot read it. Goldoni. | 48 |
| The world is not made for the prosperous alone, nor for the strong. George William Curtis. | 49 |
| | O, what a world is this, when what is comely, |
| Envenoms him that bears it! |
Shakespeare. | 50 |
| | You have too much respect upon the world: |
| They lose it that do buy it with much care. |
Shakespeare. | 51 |
| Wise men sometimes avoid the world, that they may not be surfeited with it. La Bruyère. | 52 |
| Manners carry the world for the moment, character for all time. A. Bronson Alcott. | 53 |
| The world is an excellent judge in general, but a very bad one in particular. Lord Greville. | 54 |
| The judgment of the world stands upon matter of fortune. Sir P. Sidney. | 55 |
| | Anchorite, who didst dwell |
| With all the world for cell! |
Francis Thompson. | 56 |
| This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me. Sterne. | 57 |
| The world is a wheel, and it will all come round right. Benj. Disraeli. | 58 |
| | One day with life and heart, |
| Is more than time enough to find a world. |
Lowell. | 59 |
| | All the worlds a stage, |
| And all the men and women merely players. |
Shakespeare. | 60 |
| | Feast, and your halls are crowded; |
| Fast, and the world goes by. |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox. | 61 |
| This world, where much is to be done and little to be known. Samuel Johnson. | 62 |
| | I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano: |
| A stage where every man must play a part. |
Shakespeare. | 63 |
| The tree of the world hath its poisons, but beareth two fruits of exquisite flavor, the nectar of poetry and the society of noble men. Hitopadesa. | 64 |
| | This restless world |
| Is full of chances, which by habits power |
| To learn to bear is easier than to shun. |
John Armstrong. | 65 |
| The highest philosophers, in explaining the mystery of this world, are obliged to call in the aid of another. H. W. Shaw. | 66 |
| | The world is grown so bad, |
| That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. |
Shakespeare. | 67 |
| | When the fretful stir |
| Unprofitable, and the fever of the world |
| Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. |
Wordsworth. | 68 |
| | Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist |
| I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist. |
Francis Thompson. | 69 |
| The world is deceitful; her end is doubtful, her conclusion is horrible, her judge is terrible, and her judgment is intolerable. Quarles. | 70 |
| | The world in all doth but two nations bear, |
| The good, the bad, and these mixed everywhere. |
Marvell. | 71 |
| The world is a thing that a man must learn to despise, and even to neglect, before he can learn to reverence it, and work in it and for it. Carlyle. | 72 |
| | Brightest seraph, tell |
| In which of all these shining orbs hath man |
| His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none, |
| But all these shining orbs his choice to dwell. |
Milton. | 73 |
| | I have my beauty,you your art |
| Nay, do not start: |
| One world was not enough for two |
| Like me and you. |
Oscar Wilde. | 74 |
| | If all the world must see the world |
| As the world the world hath seen, |
| Then it were better for the world |
| That the world had never been. |
Leland. | 75 |
| | The worlds great age begins anew, |
| The golden years return, |
| The earth doth like a snake renew |
| Her winter weeds outworn. |
Shelley. | 76 |
| | Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy: |
| This wide and universal theatre |
| Presents more woeful pageants than the scene |
| Wherein we play in. |
Shakespeare. | 77 |
| | Laugh and the world laughs with you, |
| Weep and you weep alone; |
| For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, |
| But has trouble enough of its own. |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox. | 78 |
| | O Earth! all bathed with blood and tears, yet never |
| Hast thou ceased putting forth thy fruit and flowers. |
Madame de Staël. | 79 |
| | The world is too much with us; late and soon, |
| Getting and spending we lay waste our powers; |
| Little we see in Nature that is ours. |
Wordsworth. | 80 |
| | It is a very good world to live in, |
| To lend, or to spend, or to give in; |
| But to beg, or to borrow, or to get a mans own, |
| Its the very worst world that ever was known. |
Earl of Rochester. | 81 |
| He who imagines he can do without the world deceives himself much; but he who fancies the world cannot do without him is still more mistaken. La Rochefoucauld. | 82 |
| Once kick the world, and the world and you live together at a reasonable good understanding. Swift. | 83 |
| | How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable |
| Seem to me all the uses of this world! |
| Fye ont! oh, fye! tis an unweeded garden, |
| That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, |
| Possess it merely. |
Shakespeare. | 84 |
| | The world was all before them, where to choose |
| Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. |
Milton. | 85 |
| | Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, |
| And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, |
| And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, |
| And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails. |
Byron. | 86 |
| | What is this world?A term which men have got, |
| To signify not one in ten knows what; |
| A term, which with no more precision passes |
| To point out herds of men than herds of asses; |
| In common use no more it means, we find, |
| Than many fools in same opinions joined. |
Churchill. | 87 |
| | How beautiful is all this visible world! |
| How glorious in its action and itself! |
| But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, |
| Half dust, half deity, alike unfit |
| To sink or soar, with our mixd essence make |
| A conflict of its elements, and breathe |
| The breath of degradation and of pride, |
| Contending with low wants and lofty will, |
| Till our mortality predominates, |
| And men arewhat they name not to themselves, |
| And trust not to each other. |
Byron. | 88 |
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