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

William Shakespeare Quotes

Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple.

Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple.

Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple.

Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple.