Index — Chapter CLOAKS <i>to</i> COLOSSUS (Part 2 of 2)

COLD.—The air bites shrewdly.

Shakespeare.—Ibid. 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 turkies coffin’d up in crust.

Shirley.—The Sisters.

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 Ætna’s breast of flame.

Byron.—The Giaour.

COLOSSUS.—Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

Shakespeare.—Julius Cæsar, Act I. Scene 2. (Cassius to Brutus.)