| MND II.i.99 | [Titania to Oberon] the quaint mazes in the wanton green / For lack of tread are undistinguishable |
| Sonn.12.7 | [] Summer's green all girded up in sheaves |
| Sonn.68.11 | []Making no summer of another's green |
| Tem V.i.37 | [Prospero alone] you demi-puppets that / By moonshine do the green, sour ringlets make |