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• Hath his bellyful of fighting. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Coriolanus -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• The game is up. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 3
• His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• A mockery king of snow. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
  Get thee to a nunnery, go. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• O, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother When I was but your sister.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act v, Sc. 5...