The world-It is a wildness,
 Where tears are hung on every tree. 
-Thomas Hood. 
  
Great, wide, beautiful water round you curled,
 And the wonderful grass upon your Brest,
 World, you are beautifully dressed. 
-W.B.Rands. 
  
The weariness, the fever and the fret
 Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
 Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
 where youth grows pale, and specter-thin and dies;
 Where but to think is to be full of sorrow.. 
-Keats. 
  
The world is a bundle of hey,
 Mankind are the asses who pull;
 Each tugs it in a different way. 
-Byron. 
  
The world has narrowed to a neighborhood before it is broadened to brotherhood 
-Lyndom. B. Johnson. 
  
Behold the world how it is whirled round,
 and for it is so whirled is named so. 
-Sir John Davies.