And woe succeeds woe.

Woe to the conquered.

Long exercised in woes.

Joy and woe are woven fine.

The latter end of joy is woe.

I was not always a man of woe.

Life protracted is protracted woe.

The cholerick man never wants woe.

A fig for a care, a fig for a woe!

I am the self-consumer of my woes.

Woe to those who die in mortal sin!

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

I learn to pity woes so like my own.

They saw their injured country's woe.

Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.

Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!

And death makes equal the high and low.

Woe to me if I do not preach the gospel.

Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!

Too young for woe, though not for tears.

Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe.

Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.

Woe to the man who offends a small child!

Woe betide the man who refuses to conform.

Woe to the house where there is no chiding.

Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

and then woe is you, Pauly. Woe to the max.

Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair.

God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

If love be good, from whence cometh my woe?

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.

How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!

Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes.

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

It is foolish to conjure up woe where none exists.

Woe to him who seeks to please rather than appall.

The market alone can't solve our health-care woes.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

Woe, to think about having success in your pocket.

You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.

Reclaiming the belly laugh can cure a world of woes.

Beside one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!

There is a woe that is wisdom, a woe that is madness.

Woe to him who teaches men faster than they can learn.

Too oft is transient pleasure the source of long woes.

What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose.

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