Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York; and all the clouds that lour'd upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
 William Shakespeare, Richard III (1597). copy citation

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Author William Shakespeare
Source Richard III
Topic ambition winter summer
Date 1597
Language English
Reference
Note Written between 1591 and 1592
Weblink http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1503/1503-h/1503-h.htm

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“Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c. SCENE: England ACT I SCENE I. London. A street
[Enter GLOSTER.] GLOSTER
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;” source

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