Alas! you see of how slight metal widows’ vows are made.
—Chapman.
Widows are held in such esteem, that an artificial species is cultivated, called straw, or grass widows, from their habit of making hay while the sun shines.
—Dorothy Dix.
August Seventeenth
It tells me how short lived widows’ tears are, that their weeping is in truth but laughing under a mask, that they mourn in their gowns and laugh in their sleeves.
—Chapman.
August Eighteenth
But few men who have gone out to console widows have returned unscathed.