Your woe hath been my anguish; yea, I quail And perish in your perishing unblest. And I have searched the highths and… — James Thomson Copy Share Image
The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Man is made of the wholly common, and custom is his nurse; woe then to them who lay irreverent hands on his… — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
