Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 1.
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phœbus 'gins arise,[159:2]
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin