| 2H4 IV.v.30 | [Prince Henry to himself] O majesty! / When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit / Like a rich armour worn in heat of day |
| H8 II.iii.15 | [Anne to Old Lady, of pomp] if that quarrel, Fortune, do divorce / It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance |
| TC III.iii.104 | [Achilles to Ulysses] The beauty that is borne here in the face / The bearer knows not |