Careful Words

want (n.)

want (v.)

  So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.

Old Testament: Proverbs vi. 11.

  The poor must be wisely visited and liberally cared for, so that mendicity shall not be tempted into mendacity, nor want exasperated into crime.

Robert C Winthrop (1809-1894): Yorktown Oration in 1881.

In misery's darkest cavern known,

His useful care was ever nigh

Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan,

And lonely want retir'd to die.

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784): Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 5.

Not what we wish, but what we want,

Oh, let thy grace supply!

James Merrick (1720-1769): Hymn.

  A little neglect may breed mischief: for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost.

Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790): Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757.

  A little neglect may breed mischief: for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost.

Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790): Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757.

  A little neglect may breed mischief: for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost.

Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790): Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757.

Immodest words admit of no defence,

For want of decency is want of sense.

Earl Of Roscommon (1633-1684): Essay on Translated Verse. Line 113.

But evil is wrought by want of thought,

As well as want of heart.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): The Lady's Dream.

But evil is wrought by want of thought,

As well as want of heart.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): The Lady's Dream.

He trudg'd along unknowing what he sought,

And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 84.

So geographers, in Afric maps,

With savage pictures fill their gaps,

And o'er unhabitable downs

Place elephants for want of towns.

Jonathan Swift (1667-1745): Poetry, a Rhapsody.

From toil he wins his spirits light,

From busy day the peaceful night;

Rich, from the very want of wealth,

In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 93.

My mind to me a kingdom is;

Such present joys therein I find,

That it excels all other bliss

That earth affords or grows by kind:

Though much I want which most would have,

Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

Edward Dyer (Circa 1540-1607): MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17.

What more felicitie can fall to creature

Than to enjoy delight with libertie,

And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,

To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,

To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209.