| RJ V.iii.15 | [Paris alone, to Juliet's tomb] thy canopy ... with sweet water nightly I will dew; / Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans |
| Tit II.iii.201 | [Quintus to Martius, of the pit covering] whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood / As fresh as morning dew distilled on flowers? |
| Tit III.i.17 | [Titus as if to the earth, of his eyes] I will befriend thee more with rain / That shall distil from these two ancient ruins |