|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
| Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine dêtre dit, on le chante.|
That which is not worth speaking they sing.
BeaumarchaisBarbier de Séville. I. 1.
|Three merry boys, and three merry boys,|
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing in a hempen string
Under the gallow-tree.
Beaumont and FletcherBloody Brother. Act III. Sc. 2. Song.
|Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;|
I see you have a singing face.
Beaumont and FletcherWild Goose Chase. Act II. 2.
|The tenors voice is spoilt by affectation,|
And for the bass, the beast can only bellow;
In fact, he had no singing education,
An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow.
ByronDon Juan. Canto IV. St. 87.
|Quien canta, sus males espanta.|
He who sings frightens away his ills.
CervantesDon Quixote. I. 22.
|At every close she made, th attending throng|
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note,
It seemed the music melted in the throat.
DrydenFlower and the Leaf. L. 197.
|Yought to hyeah dat gal a-warblin|
Robins, laks an all dem things
Heish de mouffs an hides dey faces
When Malindy sings.
Paul Laurence DunbarWhen Malindy Sings.
|Olympian bards who sung|
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
And always keep us so.
EmersonOde to Beauty.
| I see you have a singing facea heavy, dull, sonata face.|
FarquharThe Inconstant. Act II. 1.
|When I but hear her sing, I fare|
Like one that raised, holds his ear
To some bright star in the supremest Round;
Through which, besides the light thats seen
There may be heard, from Heaven within,
The rests of Anthems, that the Angels sound.
Owen FellthamLusoria. XXXIV. Appeared as a poem of Sucklingsbeginning When dearest I but think of thee. Claimed by Felltham in note to ed. 1690, 1696 of his Resolves, Divine, Moral, Biblical.
| Then they began to sing|
That extremely lovely thing,
Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp.
W. S. GilbertBab Ballads. Story of Prince Agib.
| So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.|
HawthorneMosses from an Old Manse. The Birthmark.
|He the sweetest of all singers.|
LongfellowHiawatha. Pt. VI. L. 21.
|Sang in tones of deep emotion,|
Songs of love and songs of longing.
LongfellowHiawatha. Pt. XI. L. 136.
|God sent his Singers upon earth|
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.
|Ils chantent, ils payeront.|
They sing, they will pay.
Cardinal Mazarin. Originally Sils cantent la cansonette ils pageront. A patois.
|Who, as they sung, would take the prisond soul|
And lap it in Elysium.
MiltonComus. L. 256.
|Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing|
Such notes as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Plutos cheek.
MiltonIl Penseroso. L. 105.
| O Carril, raise again thy voice! let me hear the song of Selma, which was sung in my halls of joy, when Fingal, king of shields, was there, and glowed at the deeds of his fathers.|
OssianFingal. Bk. III. St. 1.
|Sweetest the strain when in the song|
The singer has been lost.
Elizabeth Stuart PhelpsThe Poet and the Poem.
|But would you sing, and rival Orpheus strain.|
The wondring forests soon should dance again;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call,
And headlong streams hang listening in their fall!
PopeSummer. L. 81.
|You know you havent got a singing face.|
| Every night he comes|
With musics of all sorts and songs composd
To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves; for he persists
As if his life lay ont.
Alls Well That Ends Well. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 39.
|Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung|
With feigning voice verses of feigning love.
Midsummer Nights Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 30.
|O! she will sing the savageness out of a bear.|
Othello. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 200.
|His tongue is now a stringless instrument.|
Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 149.
| Nay, now you are too flat|
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 94.
| But one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes.|
Winters Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 46.
|Sing again, with your dear voice revealing|
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
ShelleyTo Jane. The Keen Stars were Twinkling.