To ope their golden eyes:

With everything that pretty is,

My lady sweet, arise.

Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.

As chaste as unsunn'd snow.

Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Some griefs are medicinable.

Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.

Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.