Why, then, the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
Fast by hanging in a golden chain,
This pendent world, in bigness as a star.
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1051.
This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow--
There 's nothing true but Heaven.
MOORE: _This World is all a Fleeting Show._
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 113.