| Cym V.v.181 | [Iachimo to Cymbeline, of Posthumus and Innogen] He spoke of her, as Dian had hot dreams, / And she alone were cold |
| Ham IV.vii.171 | [Gertrude to Claudius and Laertes, of a flower] our cold maids do dead-men's fingers call them |
| MND I.i.73 | [Theseus to Hermia, of a nun] Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon |
| TC IV.iv.26 | [Troilus to Cressida, of the gods] More bright in zeal than the devotion which / Cold lips blow to their deities |
| Tem IV.i.55 | [Ferdinand to Prospero] The white cold virgin snow upon my heart / Abates the ardour of my liver |
| TNK III.i.13 | [Arcite alone] I, poor man, might eftsoons come between / And chop on some cold thought! |
| TNK V.i.137 | [Emilia praying to Diana] O sacred, shadowy, cold, and constant queen |
| TNK V.i.93 | [Palamon praying to Venus, of Diana] the huntress / All moist and cold |