| 2H6 V.iii.3 | [York to all, of Salisbury] That winter lion, who in rage forgets / Aged contusions and all brush of time |
| TC V.iii.34 | [Hector to Troilus] tempt not yet the brushes of the war |
| Tim IV.iii.265 | [Timon to Apemantus, comparing his former associates to leaves] have with one winter's brush / Fell from their boughs [i.e. with a single storm] |