| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| All's Well That Ends Well | AW V.ii.24 | pity his distress in my similes of comfort, and leave him | pittie his distresse in my smiles of comfort, and leaue him |
| As You Like It | AYL II.i.45 | O, yes, into a thousand similes. | O yes, into a thousand similies. |
| Henry IV Part 1 | 1H4 I.ii.79 | Thou hast the most unsavoury similes, and art | Thou hast the most vnsauoury smiles, and art |
| The Taming of the Shrew | TS V.ii.54 | A good swift simile, but something currish. | A good swift simile, but something currish. |
| Troilus and Cressida | TC III.ii.174 | Want similes, truth tired with iteration – | Wants similes, truth tir'd with iteration, |