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Faint heart hath been a common phrase, faire ladie never wives.

 J. P. Collier's Reprint of The Roche of Regard. (1576) P. 122.

(See also Fletcher)

2

And when with envy Time transported
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.

 Gilbert Cooper, according to John Aikin, in Collection of English Songs. Winifreda. Claimed for him by Walter Thornbury—Two Centuries of Song. (1810) Bishop Percy assigns it a place in his Reliques. I. 326, (Ed. 1777), but its ancient origin is a fiction. Poem appeared in Dodsley's Magazine and in Miscellaneous Poems by Several hands. (1726)

3

"Chops and Tomata Sauce. Yours, Pickwick." Chops! Gracious heavens! and Tomata Sauce! Gentlemen, is the happiness of a sensitive and confiding female to be trifled away by such shallow artifices as these?

Dickens—Pickwick Papers. Ch. XXXIV.

4

Ah, Foole! faint heart faire lady n'ere could win.

Phineas Fletcher—Brittain's Ida. Canto V. St. 1. Wm. Ellerton—George a-Greene. Ballad written about 1569. A Proper New Ballad in Praise of My Lady Marques. (1569) Reprint Philobiblian So. 1867. P. 22. Early use in Camden's Remaines. (Ed. 1814) Originally published with Spenser's name on the title page.

(See also Burns, Collier, also Dryden under Bravery)

5

Perhaps if you address the lady
Most politely, most politely,
Flatter and impress the lady
Most politely, most politely.
Humbly beg and humbly sue,
She may deign to look on you.

W. S. Gilbert—Princess Ida.

6

If doughty deeds my Lady please,
Right soon I'll mount my steed,
And strong his arm and fast his seat,
That bears me from the meed.
Then tell me how to woo thee, love,
Oh, tell me how to woo thee
For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take
Though ne'er another trow me.

Robert Graham—Tell me how to woo Thee.

7

I'll woo her as the lion woos his brides.

John Home—Douglas. Act I. Sc. 1.

8

The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to

take aim kneeling.

Douglas Jerrold—Douglas Jerrold's Wit. The Way to a Woman's Heart.

9

Follow a shadow, it still flies you,
Seem to fly, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, she denies you ;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say are not women truly, then,
Styled but the shadows of us men?

Ben Jonson—The Forest. Song. That Women are but Men's Shadows.

10

There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake,
Or the way of a man with a maid.

Kipling—The Long Trail. L'Envoi to Departmental Ditties.

(See also Proverbs)

11

A fool there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you and I!)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair
(We called her the woman who did not care)
But the fool he called her his lady fair—
(Even as you and I!)

Kipling—The Vampire.

12

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning.

Longfellow—Courtship of Miles Standish. Pt. III. L. 111.

13

Why don't you speak for yourself, John?

Longfellow—Courtship of Miles Standish. III. Last line.

14

The nightingales among the sheltering boughs
Of populous many-nested trees
Shall teach me how to woo thee, and shall tell me
By what resistless charms or incantations
They won their mates.

Longfellow—The Masque of Pandora. Pt. V. L. 62.

15

Come live in my heart and pay no rent.

Lover—Vourneen! when your days were bright.

16

His heart kep' goin' pity-pat,
But hern went pity-Zekle.

Lowell—Introduction to The Biglow Papers. Second series. The Courtin'. St. 15.

17

Whaur hae ye been a' day,
My boy Tammy?
I've been by burn and flowery brae,
Meadow green and mountain grey,
Courting of this young thing
Just come frae her mammy.

Hector MacNeill—Song.

18

I will now court her in the conqueror's style;
"Come, see, and overcome."

Massinger—Maid of Honour. Act II. Sc. 1.

19

He kissed her cold corpse a thousand times o'er,
And called her his jewel though she was no more;
And he drank all the pison like a lovyer so brave,
And Villikins and Dinah he buried in one grave.

 Henry Mayhew condensed and interpolated the modern version in his Wandering Minstrel. The words of an old song given to him by the actor, Mitchell, who sang it in 183 1 . The ballad is older than the age of Queen Elizabeth, according to G. A. Sala.—Autobiography.

20

And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.

Milton—L' Allegro. L. 67.