Troilus and Cressida, v. 2.
(Timon, looking on the gold.)
Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian’s lap! thou visible god,
That solder’st close impossibilities,
And mak’st them kiss!
Timon of Athens, iv. 3.