John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Thomas Percy. (17291811) 4373
Every white will have its blacke, And every sweet its soure.
Reliques of Ancient Poetry. Sir Cauline. 4374
Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moon in hir arme. 1
Sir Patrick Spens. 4375
He that had neyther been kith nor kin Might have seen a full fayre sight.
Guy of Gisborne. 4376
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, God wot, It so came to pass, As Gods will was. 2
Jepthah, Judge of Israel. 4377
A Robyn, Jolly Robyn, Tell me how thy leman does. 3
A Robyn, Jolly Robyn. 4378
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.
Note 1. I saw the new moon late yestreen, Wi the auld moon in her arm. From Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. [ back] Note 2. 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] Note 3. Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, Tell me how thy lady does. William Shakespeare: Twelfth Night, act iv. sc. 2. [ back]
Note 4. 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]