Farewel, thou cruel world! – to morrowNo more thy scorn my heart shall tear: –The grave will shield the child of sorrow,And heaven will hear the orphan's prayer.
Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it; and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphan's tears, Will not be drawn.Philip Massinger
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