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• Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses: Cupid paid.
  He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrow...
• One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture
  he is given In the dull catalogue of common things....
• She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Oedipus, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.
  -- John Lyly (c. 1554-1606) -- Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), Page 80...
• As cold as cucumbers. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- Cupid's Revenge, Act i, Sc. 1
• And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd.
  My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sigh...
• Fortune, the great commandress of the world, Hath divers ways to advance her followe
  To some she gives honour without deserving, To other some, deserving without honour....
• He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she
  And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him....