| Author |
Quotes |
| Bible | . . . by evil report and good report . . . |
| Bible | As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country. |
| Edward Lear | Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akhond of Swat? |
| George Thomas Lanigan | What, what, what, What's the news from Sway? Sad news, Bad news, Comes by the cable; led Through the Indian Ocean's bed, Through the Persian Gulf, the Red Sea, and the Med- |
| Matthew Henry | It is good news, worthy of all acceptation, and yet not too good to be true. |
| Philip Massinger | Ill news, madam, Are swallow-winged, but what's good Walks on crutches. |
| Philip Massinger | For evil news rides post, while good news baits. |
| George Herbert | Stay a little and news will find you. |
| John Milton | He's gone, and who knows how may he report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame? |
| John Dryden | Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace. |
| William Shakespeare | Prithee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and the bad together, he's friends with Caesar, In state of health, thou say'st, and thou say'st, free. |
| William Shakespeare | Ram thou fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren. |
| William Shakespeare | Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news, give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. |
| William Shakespeare | Here come Monsieur Le Beau. With his mouth full of news. Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young. Then shall we be news-crammed. |
| William Shakespeare | If't be summer news, Smile to't before, if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still. |
| William Shakespeare | There's villainous news abroad. |
| William Shakespeare | Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Rememb'red tolling a departing friend. |
| William Shakespeare | And tidings do I bring and lucky joys And golden times and happy news of price. I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world. |
| William Shakespeare | Ten day ago I drowned these news in tears, And now, to add more measure to your woes, I come to tell you things sith then befallen. |
| William Shakespeare | O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. |
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