Much learning shows how little mortals know;
Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy.
WEEDS
(See also Trees and Plants)
Call us not weeds, we are flowers of the sea.
Great weeds do grow apace.
Still must I on, for I am as a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail
Where'er the surge may sweep.
An ill weed grows apace.
In the deep shadow of the porch
A slender bind-weed springs,
And climbs, like airy acrobat,
The trellises, and swings
And dances in the golden sun
In fairy loops and rings.
The wolfsbane I should dread.
The richest soil, if uncultivated, produces the
rankest weeds.
Nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility.
Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted ;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
I will go root away
The noisome weeds which without profit suck
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity;
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
WEEPING (See Teaks)
WELCOME
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(See also Guests, Hospitality)
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; ’Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come. </poem>
He enter'd in his house—his home no more,
For without hearts there is no home;—and felt
The solitude .of passing his own door
Without a welcome.
Come in the evening, or come in the morning,
Cpme when you're looked for, or come without
warning,
Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you,
And the oftener you come here the more I'll
adore you.
Welcome, my old friend,
Welcome to a foreign fireside.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Welcome as the flowers in May.
Bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Seeming to bear it lightly.
hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your welcome dear.
A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry
feast.
Sir, you are very welcome to our house:
It must appear in other ways than words,
Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.
Trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome.
Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.
