I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one. Shakespeare.Merchant of Venice, Act I. Scene 1. (Antonio to Gratiano.)
Tis a busy, talking world, That, with licentious breath, blows like the wind As freely on the palace as the cottage. Rowe.The Fair Penitent, Act III. Scene 1.
For he who gave this vast machine to roll, Breathed Life in them, in us a reasoning Soul; That kindred feelings might our state improve, And mutual wants conduct to mutual love. Juvenal.Sat. XV. Line 150. (Gifford.)
O what a glory doth this world put on, For him who with a fervent heart goes forth, Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed and days well spent. Longfellow.Autumn (Earlier Poems.)
I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensd, that I am reckless what I do, to spite the world. Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act III. Scene 1. (The Second Murderer to Macbeth.)
Ah! world unknown! how charming is thy view, Thy pleasures many, and each pleasure new: Ah!world experiencd! what of thee is told? How few thy pleasures, and those few how old! Crabbe.The Borough, Letter 24.
Me seems the world is run quite out of square From the first point of his appointed source; And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse. Spenser.Fairy Queen, Book V. Verse 1.