|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The air bites shrewdly.|
Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act I. Scene 4. (The Prince to Horatio and Marcellus.)
| A man whose blood|
Is very snow-broth.
Shakespeare.Measure for Measure, Act I. Scene 5. (Lucio to Isabella.)
|Cold as the turkeys coffind up in crust.|
|The cold in clime are cold in blood,|
Their love can scarce deserve the name;
But mine was like a lava flood,
That boils in Ætnas breast of flame.
|She though in full blown flower of glorious beauty, grows cold even in the summer of her age.|
Lee and Drydens dipus, Act IV. Scene 1. (Ægæon to dipus.)