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WEARY.Thousands had sunk on the ground overpowerd, Campbell.The Soldiers Dream. WEAVE.Weave the warp, and weave the woof. Gray.The Bard. WEAVER.Zounds, sir! how came you to be a weaver of Stockings? Holcroft.The Road to Ruin, Act III. Scene 2. WED.Never wedding, ever wooing, Campbell.The Maids Remonstrance, Verse 1. WEEDS.Sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. Shakespeare.King Richard III. Act II. Scene 4. (Young York to the Duchess.) Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace. Shakespeare.King Richard III. Act II. Scene 4. (Young York to the Duchess.) |
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