Random find while cleaning leaves out of the gutter: Page 39-40 of Victor Hugo's "Les Miserables". The last line sentence is "I will weep for the children of kings with you, if you will weep with me for the children of the people."
I love this — the manual labor part of it (and apparently the leaves were blowing back as fast as he could sweep them out) and the social commentary on VH's part. AND that the x-bro posted it on facebook.
But even better: I have his permission to use it in a poem.