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That which is not worth speaking they sing.
  [Fr., Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'etre dit, on le chante.]
      - Pierre Auguste Caron de Beaumarchais,
        Barbier de Seville (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.
      - Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,
        Bloody Brother (act III, sc. 2, song)

Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
  I see you have a singing face.
      - Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,
        Wild Goose Chase (act II, 2)

The tenor's 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.
      - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
        Don Juan (canto IV, st. 87)

He who sings frightens away his ills.
  [Sp., Quien canta, sus males espanta.]
      - Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra),
        Don 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.
      - John Dryden, Flower and the Leaf (l. 197)

Y'ought to hyeah dat gal a-warblin'
  Robins, la'ks an' all dem things
    Heish de mouffs an' hides dey faces
      When Malindy sings.
      - Paul Laurence Dunbar, When Malindy Sings

Hey! Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me.
  I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
      - Bob Dylan (f/k/a Robert Allen Zimmerman),
        Mr. Tamborine Man, a song

Olympian bards who sung
  Divine ideas below,
    Which always find us young
      And always keep us so.
      - Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays--The Poet

I see you have a singing face--a heavy, dull, sonata face.
      - George Farquhar, The Inconstant
         (act II, 1)

When I but hear her sing, I fare
  Like one that raises, holds his ear
    To some bright star in the supremest Round;
      Through which, besides the light that's seen
        There may be heard, from Heaven within,
          The rests of Anthems, that the Angels sound.
      - Owen Felltham (Feltham), Lusoria (XXXIV)

Then they began to sing
  That extremely lovely thing,
    "Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp."
      - Sir William Schwenk Gilbert,
        Bab Ballads--Story of Prince Agib

So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
      - Nathaniel Hawthorne,
        Mosses from an Old Manse--The Birthmark

He the sweetest of all singers.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hiawatha
         (pt. VI, l. 21)

Sang in tones of deep emotion
  Songs of love and songs of longing.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hiawatha
         (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.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Singers

They sing, they will pay.
  [Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
      - Jules Mazarin (Giulio Mazarini)

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
  And lap it in Elysium.
      - John Milton, Comus (l. 256)

Or did the soul of Orpheus sing
  Such notes as, warbled to the string,
    Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
      - John Milton, Il 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.
      - Ossian, Fingal (bk. III, st. 1)

But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
  The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
    The moving mountains hear the powerful call.
      And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!
      - Alexander Pope, Summer (l. 81)

You know you haven't got a singing face.
      - William Barnes Rhodes, Bombastes Furioso

Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
  And interchanged love tokens with my child;
    Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung
      With feigning voice verses of feigning love.
      - William Shakespeare,
        A Midsummer Night's Dream
         (Egeus at I, i)

Every night he comes
  With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
    To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us
      To chide him from our eaves, for he persists
        As if his life lay on't.
      - William Shakespeare,
        All's Well That Ends Well
         (Widow Capilet at III, vii)

O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
      - William Shakespeare,
        Othello the Moor of Venice
         (Othello at IV, i)

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