| Sonn.78.4 | [to his friend] every alien pen hath got my use, / And under thee their poesy disperse |
| TG III.ii.72 | [Duke to Proteus] Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy |
| Tim I.i.21 | [Poet to Painter] Our poesy is as a gum which oozes / From whence 'tis nourished |