And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,

He called the untaught knaves, unmannerly,

To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse

Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

The tide tarrieth no man.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,

And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 121.

All things that are,

Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.

How like a younker or a prodigal

The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,

Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!

How like the prodigal doth she return,

With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails,

Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Falstaff.  What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Pistol.  Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.

Blow, wind! come, wrack!

At least we 'll die with harness on our back.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind!

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

I am going a long way

With these thou seëst—if indeed I go

(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)—

To the island-valley of Avilion,

Where falls not hail or rain or any snow,

Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies

Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns

And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea,

Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Passing of Arthur.

Thou has left behind

Powers that will work for thee,—air, earth, and skies!

There's not a breathing of the common wind

That will forget thee; thou hast great allies;

Thy friends are exultations, agonies,

And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): To Toussaint L' Ouverture.

All tenantless, save to the crannying wind.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 47.

Dry sun, dry wind;

Safe bind, safe find.

Thomas Tusser (Circa 1515-1580): Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Washing.

All things that are,

Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.

How like a younker or a prodigal

The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,

Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!

How like the prodigal doth she return,

With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails,

Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.

To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure.

George Herbert (1593-1632): Jacula Prudentum.

Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind

Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;

His soul proud Science never taught to stray

Far as the solar walk or milky way.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 99.

Of no distemper, of no blast he died,

But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,—

Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner.

Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years,

Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;

Till like a clock worn out with eating time,

The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

John Dryden (1631-1701): oedipus. Act iv. Sc. 1.

'T was when the sea was roaring

With hollow blasts of wind,

A damsel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclin'd.

John Gay (1688-1732): The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8.

As soon

Seek roses in December, ice in June;

Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;

Believe a woman or an epitaph,

Or any other thing that's false, before

You trust in critics.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 75.

Falstaff.  What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Pistol.  Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.

Except wind stands as never it stood,

It is an ill wind turns none to good.

Thomas Tusser (Circa 1515-1580): Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. A Description of the Properties of Wind.

Falstaff.  What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Pistol.  Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.

I must have liberty

Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

To blow on whom I please.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

If I do prove her haggard,

Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,

I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,

To prey at fortune.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Nought cared this body for wind or weather

When youth and I lived in 't together.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Youth and Age.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,

For I am arm'd so strong in honesty

That they pass by me as the idle wind,

Which I respect not.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Thus far we run before the wind.

Arthur Murphy (1727-1805): The Apprentice. Act v. Sc. 1.

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea

Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind,

Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,

And his rapt ship run on her side so low

That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

George Chapman (1557-1634): Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Sits the wind in that corner?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.

'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower

Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind

Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,

And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Weak is the Will of Man.

Except wind stands as never it stood,

It is an ill wind turns none to good.

Thomas Tusser (Circa 1515-1580): Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. A Description of the Properties of Wind.

Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd

Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 536.

Besides, this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

So clear in his great office, that his virtues

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

The deep damnation of his taking-off;

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent, but only

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,

And falls on the other.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

A wet sheet and a flowing sea,

A wind that follows fast,

And fills the white and rustling sail,

And bends the gallant mast.

And bends the gallant mast, my boys,

While like the eagle free

Away the good ship flies, and leaves

Old England on the lee.

Allan Cunningham (1785-1842): A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.

In winter, when the dismal rain

Comes down in slanting lines,

And Wind, that grand old harper, smote

His thunder-harp of pines.

Alexander Smith (1830-1867): A Life Drama. Sc. ii.

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,

Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 98.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,

Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

They hear a voice in every wind,

And snatch a fearful joy.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 4.

I can enjoy her while she's kind;

But when she dances in the wind,

And shakes the wings and will not stay,

I puff the prostitute away.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 81.

There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,

The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;

For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing

To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): The Exile of Erin.