Green.    

Chapman.    

Dryden.    

Milton.    

	Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
	Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
	Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
	Remember’d tolling a departed friend.

Shakespeare.    

Shakespeare.    

Shakespeare.    

Massinger.    

	Though it be honest, it is never good
	To bring bad news; give to a gracious message
	An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
	Themselves when they be felt.

Shakespeare.    

	The news! our morning, noon and evening cry,
	Day after day repeats it till we die.
	For this the city, the critic, and the fop,
	Dally the hour away in tonsor’s shop;
	For this the gossip takes her daily route,
	And wears your threshold and your patience out;
	For this we leave the parson in the lurch,
	And pause to prattle on, our way to church;
	Even when some coffin’d friend we gather round,
	We ask—“what news?”—then lay him in the ground.

Sprague.    

Zimmermann.    

Mademoiselle Bertin.    

Shakespeare.