Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.

Selections from the Dramas of Goethe and Schiller, Translated, with Introductory Remarks, by Anna Swanwick (ed. 1843)