maw-worm n.
a hypocrite; also attrib.
[ | Hypocrite II:vi: Sir, Mr Maw-worm is without [...] Hush, friend Maw-worm, not a word more]. | |
[ | Morn. Post (London) 27 Apr. 3/1: Theatre Royal Drury-Lane [...] the Comedy of the Hypocrite. Doctor Cantwell, Mr Dowton; Maw-worm, Mr Liston]. | |
Anecdotes of the Turf, the Chase etc. 165: Maw-worm [a horse] was no hypocrite, and did his best to win. | ||
Sr. Magdalen Report 9: He had four lines which Mawworms ought ot know. | ||
‘The Parson’s Wife’ in Rummy Cove’s Delight in Spedding & Watt (eds) Bawdy Songbooks (2011) III 109: While Mawworm he had gone to pray, / He left his wife at home, they say, / Who very naughty pranks did play. | ||
Lincs. Chron. 11 Feb. 4/5: One half of these Maw-worms being in league with the pick-pockets, and deserving to be in Newgate. | ||
Whip & Satirist of NY & Brooklyn (NY) 7 May n.p.: These literary Mawworms advocate pulling up the pavement. | ||
Sinks of London Laid Open 72: ‘Yes!’ snivelled a street-preacher [...] who could scarcely hold up his head for strong drink, ‘we are now entering upon the Lord’s day.’ [...] ‘It is so, old Mawworm, and you had better go to bed.’. | ||
Era (London) 5 Jan. 3/3: Out upon such Mawworm sanctity and conventicle ‘slang!’. | ||
‘Sunday Trading Bill’ in Curiosities of Street Lit. (1871) 115: The mawworms seem to try, I’m sure / Each way they can to crush the poor. | ||
Sportsman 28 Jan. 2/1: Notes on News [...] The gang of maniacal mawworms. | ||
Middlemarch I 30: A man naturally likes to look forward to having the best. He would be the very Mawworm of bachelors who pretended not to expect it. | ||
Reynolds’s Newspaper 16 Feb. 3/3: We ourselves have passed severe judgment [...] upon the moleish Mawworms who dug it out of its place of corruption. | ||
Licensed Victuallers’ Gazette 17 Apr. n.p.: Superintendent S – is no mawworm, And it must have gone very much against the grain [F&H]. |
In derivatives
pessimistic, fault-finding, nagging.
Entr’acte 6 June in (1909) 174/2: Augustus Harris insisting on Carl Rosa accepting the wreath thrown on the stage last Saturday night was a delicious and touching spectacle. Here is a glorious subject for one of our figure-painters. Without being mawwormy, I fail to see why a wreath should be presented to any man who makes a business of giving opera. |