| E3 II.i.403 | [Warwick to Countess] What can one drop of poison harm the sea, / Whose hugy vastures can digest the ill / And make it lose his operation? |
| Sonn.118.10 | The ills that were not, grew to faults assured, / And brought to medicine a healthful state / Which rank of goodness would by ill be cured |
| Sonn.147.3 | [] My love is as a fever ... / Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill |
| TNK V.iv.26 | [Palamon to Gaoler, of the Gaoler's Daughter] her kind of ill / Gave me some sorrow |