| 2H4 II.iv.254 | [Prince Henry to Poins, of Falstaff] Look whe'er the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like a parrot |
| AW IV.iii.165 | [Parolles to First Soldier] the muster-file ... amounts not to fifteen thousand poll |
| Ham IV.v.196 | [Ophelia singing, of her father] All flaxen was his poll |