C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | Widow |
| A widow is like a frigate of which the first captain has been shipwrecked. Alphonse Karr. | 1 |
Widows, like ripe fruit, drop easily from their perch. La Bruyère. | 2 |
Young widows still bide their time. H. W. Shaw. | 3 |
Handsome widows, after a twelvemonth, enjoy a latitude and longitude without limit. Balzac. | 4 |
| May widows wed as often as they can, |
| And ever for the better change their man; |
| And some devouring plague pursue their lives, |
| Who will not well be governd by their wives. |
Dryden. | 5 |
| Why are those tears? why droops your head |
| Is then your other husband dead? |
| Or does a worse disgrace betide? |
| Hath no one since his death applied? |
Gay. | 6 |
| Thus, day by day, and month by month, we passd; |
| It pleasd the Lord to take my spouse at last. |
| I tore my gown, I soild my locks with dust, |
| And beat my breastsas wretched widows must: |
| Before my face my handkerchief I spread, |
| To hide the flood of tears I didnot shed. |
Pope. | 7 |
The widow who has been bereft of her children may seem in after years no whit less placid, no whit less serenely gladsome; nay, more gladsome than the woman whose blessings are still round her. I am amazed to see how wounds heal. Charles Buxton. | 8 | |
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