| Luc.1335 | [of Lucrece] Charging the sour-faced groom to hie as fast / As lagging fowls before the northern blast |
| Luc.869 | [Lucrece to herself] Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring |
| Mac I.vii.22 | [Macbeth alone, of pity] like a naked new-born babe / Striding the blast [i.e. riding on the storm of anger that will follow Duncan's murder] |