|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Thomas Percy. (17291811)|
| Every white will have its blacke,|
And every sweet its soure.
| Reliques of Ancient Poetry. Sir Cauline.|
| Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,|
Wi the auld moon in hir arme. 1
| Sir Patrick Spens.|
| He that had neyther been kith nor kin|
Might have seen a full fayre sight.
| Guy of Gisborne.|
| Have you not heard these many years ago|
Jeptha was judge of Israel?
He had one only daughter and no mo,
The which he loved passing well;
And as by lott,
It so came to pass,
As Gods will was. 2
| Jepthah, Judge of Israel.|
| A Robyn,|
Tell me how thy leman does. 3
| A Robyn, Jolly Robyn.|
| Where gripinge grefes the hart wounde,|
And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse,
There music with her silver sound 4
With spede is wont to send redresse.
| A Song to the Lute in Musicke.|
I saw the new moon late yestreen,
Wi the auld moon in her arm.
From Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. [back]
As by lot, God wot; and then you know, It came to pass, as most like it was.William Shakespeare: Hamlet, act ii. sc. 2. [back]
Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.
William Shakespeare: Twelfth Night, act iv. sc. 2. [back]
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music with her silver sound.
William Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet, act iv. sc. 5. [back]