The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Hath virgined it e’er since.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 5, sc. 3, l. 44
Chaste as the icicle
That’s curdied by the frost from purest snow,
And hangs on Dian’s temple.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 5, sc. 3, l. 65
The god of soldiers,
With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove
To shame unvulnerable, and stick i’ the wars
Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,
And saving those that eye thee!
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 5, sc. 3, l. 70
Thou hast never in thy life
Showed thy dear mother any courtesy;
When she—poor hen! fond of no second brood—
Has clucked thee to the wars, and safely home,
Loaden with honour.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 5, sc. 3, l. 160
If you have writ your annals true, ’tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 5, sc. 5, l. 114
7.66.6 Cymbeline
If she be furnished with a mind so rare,
She is alone the Arabian bird, and I
Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend!
Arm me, audacity.
‘Cymbeline’ (1609-10) act 1, sc. 6, l. 16
Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom’st thy bed! fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kiss: one kiss! Rubies unparagoned,
How dearly they do’t! ’Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus; the flame of the taper
Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids
To see the enclosed lights, now canopied
Under these windows, white and azure laced