works (n.)
- abdomen
- accomplishment
- achievement
- act
- acta
- action
- adventure
- anus
- appendix
- blow
- bowels
- brain
- cecum
- colon
- coup
- dealings
- deed
- doing
- doings
- duodenum
- effort
- endeavor
- endocardium
- enterprise
- entrails
- exploit
- feat
- gasworks
- gear
- gest
- giblets
- gizzard
- glassworks
- go
- guts
- hand
- handiwork
- heart
- hindgut
- innards
- intestine
- ironworks
- jejunum
- job
- kidney
- liver
- lung
- machinery
- maneuver
- measure
- mechanism
- metalworks
- motion
- move
- movement
- operation
- passage
- performance
- perineum
- proceeding
- production
- pump
- pylorus
- rectum
- saltworks
- servomechanism
- spleen
- steelworks
- step
- stomach
- stroke
- stunt
- thing
- ticker
- transaction
- tripes
- turn
- undertaking
- viscera
- vitals
- waterworks
- work
- workings
What's come to perfection perishes.
Things learned on earth we shall practise in heaven;
Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.
Each natural agent works but to this end,—
To render that it works on like itself.
It is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows Nature and Nature's God; that is, he follows God in his works and in his word.
Now there was at Joppa a certain disciple named Tabitha, which by interpretation is called Dorcas: this woman was full of good works and almsdeeds which she did.
My nature is subdu'd
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Most authors steal their works, or buy;
Garth did not write his own Dispensary.
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat,
Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe
That all was lost.
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.
Rich in good works.
The brave man carves out his fortune, and every man is the son of his own works.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
