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Song: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more.— A. Y. ii. 5.

My mother had a maid call'd Barbara; She was in love; and he she lov'd prov'd mad, And did forsake her: she had a song of Willow, An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,— O. iv. 3.

And she died singing it. She bids you Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, As is the difference betwixt day and night, The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team Begins his golden progress in the east. H. IV. PT. I. iii.— H. IV. PT. I. iii. 1.

'Fore heaven, an excellent song.— 0. ii. 3.

Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other. O. ii. 3. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night; Methought it did relieve my passion much; More than light airs and recollected terms,— T. N. ii. 4

Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times. It hath been sung at festivals, On ember eves and holy ales; And lords and ladies of their lives Have read it for restoratives.— P. P. i. chorus

Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain; The spinsters, and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love,— T. N. ii. 4.

Like the old age.

Song, Popular

No hearing, no feeling, but my Sir's song; and admiring the nothing of it.— W. T. iv. 3.

There's scarce a maid westward but she sings it: 'tis in request, I can tell you.— W. T. iv. 3.

Song-Book

I had rather than forty shillings, I had my book of songs and sonnets here.— M. V. i. 1.

Songsters, Nocturnal

Shall we rouse the night owl in a catch?— T. N. ii. 3.