| Cor V.iii.152 | [Volumnia to Coriolanus] to charge thy sulphur with a bolt / That should but rive an oak |
| MM II.ii.115 | [Isabella to Angelo, of the heavens] with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt / Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak |
| Tem V.i.46 | [Prospero alone] to the dread rattling thunder / Have I given fire, and rifted love's stout oak / With his own bolt |