| LC.309 | [of the man] not a heart which in his level came, / Could 'scape the hail of his all hurting aim |
| Sonn.117.11 | [] Bring me within the level of your frown |
| WT II.iii.6 | [Leontes alone, of Hermione] the harlot king / Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank / And level of my brain |
| WT III.ii.80 | [Hermione to Leontes] My life stands in the level of your dreams, / Which I'll lay down |