To harder bosoms!
Winter's Tale, Act I. Sc. 2.
"Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders its."
Henry VIII., Act I. Sc. 1.
"On the green banks which that fair stream in-bound,
Flowers and odours sweetly smiled and smell'd,
Which, reaching out its stretched arms around,
All the large desert in its bosom held."