• Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

    Oliver Goldsmith: Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
    Oliver Goldsmith (1830). “The vicar of Wakefield, etc. (University edition.)”, p.217