| MND II.ii.7 | [Titania to Fairies] The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders / At our quaint spirits |
| TNK I.i.5 | [Boy singing] Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint |
| TS IV.iii.102 | [Katherina to Petruchio, of a gown] More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable [or: sense 1] |