WONDERS WOOING
Mira cano; sol occubuit;
Nox nulla secuta est.
Wonders I sing; the sun has set; no night has followed.
| author = Burton, quoting from a reference to a phrase of Giraldus Gambrensis, found in Camden—Epigrammes.
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| text = <poem>If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself . . . that a tiger is an optical illusion—well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
G. K. Chesterton.
The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for want of wonder.
G. K. Chesterton—Tremendous Trifles.
We were young, we were merry, we were very,
very wise.
And the door stood open at our feast,
When there passed us a woman with the West
in her eyes,
And a man with his back to the East.
Mart E. Coleridge—Unwelcome.
"Never see . . .a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no man never see, and that's a dead donkey."
Long stood the noble youth oppress'd with awe,
And stupid at the wondrous things he saw,
Surpassing common faith, transgressing nature's
law.
Dryden—Theodore and Honoria. L. 217.
Men love to wonder and that is the seed of
our science.
Emerson—Works and Days.
This wonder lasted nine daies.
Hetwood—Proverbs. Pt. II. Ch. I. Nine
days wonder. Roger Ascham—Scholemaster. Title of book by Kemp. | author = Massinger
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New Way to Pay Old Debts. Act IV. Sc. 2.
The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
The things that might have been, and yet were
not,
The fading twilight of joys departed.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Christus. Divine Tragedy.
First Passover. III.' Marriage in Cana.
Wonder [said Socrates] is very much the affection of a philosopher; for there is no other beginning of philosophy than this.
Plato—Thecetetus. XXXII. Cart's trans.
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.
| author = Pope
| work = Prologue to the Satires. L. 169.
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| text = <poem>Out of our reach the gods have laid
Of time to come th' event,
And laugh to see the fools afraid
Of what the knaves invent.
Sir C. Sedlet—Lycophron.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful
wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after
that, out of all hooping.
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 201.
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 164.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Othello)
is Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder?
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 110.
Stones have been known to move and trees to
Macbeth. Act ID. Sc. 4. L. 123.
'Twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.
Othello. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 160.
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There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
Wordsworth—Peter Bell. Prologue. St. 1.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night VII.
Nothing but what astonishes is true.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night EX.
WOODBINE
Lonicera
And stroke with listless hand
The woodbine through the window, till at last
I came to do it with a sort of love.
E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. I.
A filbert-hedge with wild-briar overtwined,
And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind
Upon their summer thrones.
Keats—/ Swod Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill.
<poem>And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the rose is blown.
M WOOING Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long ac dd ? g '- • So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.
R: H. Barham—Sir Rupert the Fearless.
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Why don't the men propose? Thomas Haynes Bayly—Songs and Ballads. Why Don't the Men Proposef
