New brome swepth cleene.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. i.

Old houses mended,

Cost little less than new before they 're ended.

Colley Cibber (1671-1757): Prologue to the Double Gallant.

Ever charming, ever new,

When will the landscape tire the view?

John Dyer (1700-1758): Grongar Hill. Line 102.

A man in all the world's new fashion planted,

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

And he that gives us in these days

New Lords may give us new laws.

George Wither (1588-1667): Contented Man's Morrice.

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): The Cotter's Saturday Night.

Back and side go bare, go bare,

Both foot and hand go cold;

But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,

Whether it be new or old.

Bishop Still (John) (1543-1607): Gammer Gurton's Needle. Act ii.

In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold,

Alike fantastic if too new or old:

Be not the first by whom the new are tried,

Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 133.

Thus times do shift,—each thing his turn does hold;

New things succeed, as former things grow old.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674): Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve.

For still the new transcends the old

In signs and tokens manifold;

Slaves rise up men; the olive waves,

With roots deep set in battle graves!

John G Whittier (1807-892): The Chapel of the Hermits.

Besides, this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

So clear in his great office, that his virtues

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

The deep damnation of his taking-off;

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent, but only

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,

And falls on the other.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,

Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay!

Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,

Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

At length the man perceives it die away,

And fade into the light of common day.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5.

I sing New England, as she lights her fire

In every Prairie's midst; and where the bright

Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night,

She still is there, the guardian on the tower,

To open for the world a purer hour.

William Ellery Channing (1817-1901): New England.

I sing New England, as she lights her fire

In every Prairie's midst; and where the bright

Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night,

She still is there, the guardian on the tower,

To open for the world a purer hour.

William Ellery Channing (1817-1901): New England.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose

Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;

But like of each thing that in season grows.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

And as a bird each fond endearment tries

To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies,

He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay,

Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 167.

And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care

Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97.

Look here, upon this picture, and on this,

The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.

See, what a grace was seated on this brow:

Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;

An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;

A station like the herald Mercury

New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,—

A combination and a form indeed,

Where every god did seem to set his seal,

To give the world assurance of a man.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter;

For new-made honour doth forget men's names.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay

Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.

Colley Cibber (1671-1757): Richard III. (altered). Act v. Sc. 3.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,

And yet anon repairs his drooping head,

And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore

Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

John Milton (1608-1674): Lycidas. Line 168.