Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound. And news much older than their ale went round.
It is good news, worthy of all acceptation, and yet not too good to be true.
Stay a little and news will find you.
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-
Ill news, madam, Are swallow-winged, but what's good Walks on crutches.
For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
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.
(Celia:) Here come Monsieur Le Beau. (Rosalind:) With his mouth full of news. (Celia:) Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young. (Rosalind:) Then shall we be news-crammed.
If't be summer news, Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still.
There's villainous news abroad.
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.
(Pistol:) And tidings do I bring and lucky joys And golden times and happy news of price. (Falstaff:) I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world.
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.
O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, Which holds but till thy news be uttered, And then all this thou seest is but a clod And module of confounded royalty.
Master, master, old news! And such news as you never heard of!
How goes it now, sir? This news which is called true is so like an old tale that the verity of it is in strong suspicion.
Half the American population no longer reads newspapers: plainly, they are the clever half.
A newspaper should be the maximum of information, and the minimum of comment.
From the American newspapers you'd think America was populated solely by naked women and cinema stars.
If words were invented to conceal thought, newspapers are a great improvement of a bad invention.
In these times we fight for ideas, and newspapers are our fortresses.
People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.
Some newspapers are fit only to line the bottom of bird cages.