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Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.
Why are our joys remembered more bitter than our woes?
Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.
Toil is the lot of all, and bitter woe The fate of many.
Much in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go.
We only see clearly when we have reached the depths of woe.
Sometimes the best cure for life’s woes is a sense of humor.
Woe unto him that is never alone, and cannot bear to be alone.
It becomes one, while exempt from woes, to look to the dangers.
In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.
There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.
A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.
Trouble follows me wherever I go. Thing I'm in is just a sack o'woe.
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
Woe to him who doesn't know how to wear his mask, be he king or pope!
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.
Friends are a recompense for all the woes of the darkest pages of life.
But woe to him, who left to moan, Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
Woe to you who insults the intelligence community, if you're president.
Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.
And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's judgment.
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
There was much woe and lamentation in the seventies that the game was dying.
I cherish my privacy, and woe betide anyone who tries to interfere with that.
With living colours give my verse to glow: The sad memorial of a tale of woe!
We all know exactly what we love, and woe is you if you're on the other side.
To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
We are kept all as securely in Love in woe as in weal, by the Goodness of God.
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.
When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Woe be to the generation that lets any higher faculty in its midst go unemployed.
Woe to him inside a non-conformist clique who does not conform to non-conformity.
By woe the soul to daring action steals; by woe in plaintless patience it excels.
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
The soft complaining flute, In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless lovers.
The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.
Woe to these people who have no appetite for the very dish that their age serves up.
So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.
Love burdens itself with the wants and woes and losses and even the wrongs of others.
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe.
When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.
This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
Woe to him who neglects to recommend himself to Mary, and thus closes the channel of grace!