| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL I.i.74 | As painfully to pore upon a book | As painefully to poare vpon a Booke, |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL IV.iii.293 | And abstinence engenders maladies. | And abstinence ingenders maladies. / And where that you haue vow'd to studie (Lords) / In that each of you haue forsworne his Booke. / Can you still dreame and pore, and thereon looke. / For when would you my Lord, or you, or you, / Haue found the ground of studies excellence, / Without the beauty of a womans face; / From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue, / They are the Ground, the Bookes, the Achadems, / From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. / Why, vniuersall plodding poysons vp / The nimble spirits in the arteries, / As motion and long during action tyres / The sinnowy vigour of the trauailer. / Now for not looking on a womans face, / You haue in that forsworne the vse of eyes: / And studie too, the causer of your vow. / For where is any Author in the world, / Teaches such beauty as a womans eye: / Learning is but an adiunct to our selfe, / And where we are, our Learning likewise is. / Then when our selues we see in Ladies eyes, / With our selues. / Doe we not likewise see our learning there? |
| The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK IV.iii.17 | What stuff's here! Poor soul. | What stuff's here? pore soule. |
| The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK V.ii.82 | But this poor petticoat and too coarse smocks. | But this pore petticoate, and too corse Smockes. |