4 collocations for woe

You courted me to love you; now I woe thee To love thy selfe, to love a thing within thee More curious than the frame of all this world, More lasting than this Engine o're our heads, Whose wheeles have mov'd so many thousand yeeres: This thing is thy soule, for which I woe thee.

ll. 17 and 18. flowers woe us to't; yet ... these pleasures.

from the noisy haunts Of mercantile confusion, where thy voice Is heard not; from the meretricious glare Of crowded theatres, where in thy place Sits Sensibility, with, watry eye, Dropping o'er Fancied woes her useless tear; Come thou, and weep with me substantial ills; And execrate the wrongs, that Afric's sons, Torn from their natal shore, and doom'd to bear The yoke of servitude in foreign climes, Sustain.

You are deceiv'd, Sir, Now I perceive what 'tis that woes a woman, And what maintaines her when shee's woo'd: Ile stop here.

4 collocations for  woe