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    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
    Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
    Come, but one verse.

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Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
She feels no biting pang the while she sings,
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Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
She feels no biting pang the while she sings,
Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around,
Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.

by William Gifford Found in: Songs Quotes,
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The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

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All this for a song.

All this for a song.

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Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
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Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
If by such songs you would earn it.

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Men, even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude
it may be.
[Lat., Etiam singulorum fatigatio read more

Men, even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude
it may be.
[Lat., Etiam singulorum fatigatio quamlibet se rudi modulatione
solatur.]

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Sing a song of sixpence.

Sing a song of sixpence.

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Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley Found in: Songs Quotes,
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I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

by Anne Rice Found in: Songs Quotes,
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He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."

He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."

by John Keats Found in: Songs Quotes,
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