Es liebt die Welt, das Stralende zu schwarzen
Und das Erhabne in den Staub zu ziehn.
The world delights to tarnish shining names,
And to trample the sublime in the dust.
Denn nur vom Nutzen wird die Welt regiert.
For the world is ruled by interest alone.
Non sum uni angulo natus; patria mea totus hie est mundus.
I am not born for one corner; the whole world is my native land.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
For some must watch, while some must sleep;
So runs the world away.
Would I were dead! if God's good will were so:
For what is in this world but grief and woe?
Mad world. Mad kings. Mad composition.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.
To be imprisoned in the viewless winds
And blown with restless violence around about
The pendent world.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano:
A stage where every man must play a part.
Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 76.
Why, then, the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
The world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race.
The world's great age begins anew,
The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn.
Making a perpetual mansion of this poor baiting place.
Sir Philip Sidney—Arcadia. Same idea in
Moore—Irish Melodies. Irving—Bracebridge Hall. Vol. I. P. 213. An adaptation
of Cicero—De Senectute. 26; and Seneca—
120.
If you choose to represent the various parts in life by holes upon a table, of different shapes,—some circular, some triangular, some square, some oblong,—and the persons acting these parts by bits of wood of similar shapes, we shall generally find that the triangular person has got into the square hole, the oblong into the triangular, and a square person has squeezed himself into the round hole. The officer and the office, the doer and the thing done, seldom fit so exactly that we can say they were almost made for each other.
O Earth! all bathed with blood and tears, yet
never
Hast thou ceased putting forth thy fruit and
flowers.
Madame de Staël—Coriime. Bk. XLH. Ch.
IV. L. E. L.'s trans.
This world surely is wide enough to hold both
thee and me.
Sterne—Tristram Shandy. Bk. n. Ch.XII.
There was all the world and his wife.
Swdt—Polite Conversation. Dialogue III.
Anstey—New Bath Guide. P. 130. (1767)
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 22
| text = <poem>In this playhouse of infinite forms 1 have had
my play, and here have I caught sight of him
that is formless.
Rabindranath Tagore—Gitanjali. 96.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Du Bartas)
A mad world, my masters.
John Taylor—Western Voyage. First line.
Middleton. Title of a play. (1608) Nicholas Breton. Title of a pamphlet. (1603)
Mundus furiosus. (a mad world) Inscription
of a book by Jansenius—Gallo-Belgicus.
(1596)
| seealso = (See also King John)
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be.
I | author = Tennyson
| work = In Memoriam. Pt. LXXIII.
