|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Sing us one of the songs of Zion.|
How shall we sing the Lords song in a strange land?
Psalm cxxxvii. Verses 3, 4.
|They bid me sing of thee, mine own, my sunny land of thee!|
How should my lyre give here its wealth?
|How shall I tune, forlorn, the tuneful reed,|
While my heart sickens, and my sorrows bleed?
Robert Noyes.Distress, Line 9.
|O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!|
Shakespeare.Othello, Act IV. Scene 1. (The Moor, of his Wife.)