His beard was as white as snow.
Hamlet
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I'll take what winter from your lips, fair lady.
Troilus and Cressida
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Shake the snow from off their cassocks
lest they shake themselves to pieces.
All's Well That Ends Well
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’Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
Hamlet
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What, must our mouths be cold?
Tempest
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That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow,
Fanned with the eastern wind.
Midsummer Night's Dream
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If it had not been for a hot midsummer night.
As You Like It
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HOTSPUR-the earthy and cold hand of death
Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust,
And food for – (He dies)
PRINCE HAL -For worms, brave Percy.
1 Henry IV
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Not now, not now.
Not in this heat, sir, now.
Coriolanus
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This hot desire converts to cold disdain.
Taming of the Shrew
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