Woe unto you,… for ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin. — Woe

"So perish all whose breast neer learned to glow For others good or melt at others woe."

"At the bosom of the heaven, The woe keeps on spinning the wheel. The Milestone accompanies for hours, But the journey doesn’t end anywhere. The night is ready to meet the dawn, But my distance is not yet over. My children’s misfortunes Have stained my clothes, And the aloneness continues to lick my blood. The straws I gather from the ridge of the suburb, The Sun transforms them into the woes. It’s the eyes, that caused my dreams to burn, I remain under the sneaky watch of my own coffin."

"One woe doth tread upon anothers heel So fast they follow."

"O, woe is me, Thave seen what I have seen, see what I see!"

"Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair."

"When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave."