So we grew together,

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,

But yet an union in partition.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,

The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;

The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,—

A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 227.

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Thus would I double my life's fading space;

For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667): Discourse xi. Of Myself. St. xi.

Silence in love bewrays more woe

Than words, though ne'er so witty:

A beggar that is dumb, you know,

May challenge double pity.

Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618): The Silent Lover.

I 'll make assurance double sure,

And take a bond of fate.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books,

Or surely you 'll grow double!

Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks!

Why all this toil and trouble?

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Tables Turned.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake

The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;

The swan on still St. Mary's Lake

Float double, swan and shadow!

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Yarrow Unvisited.