Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
The Phoenix and Turtle | Phoen.18 | That thy sable gender mak'st | That thy sable gender mak'st, |
The Rape of Lucrece | Luc.117 | Till sable Night, mother of dread and fear, | Till sable Night mother of dread and feare, |
The Rape of Lucrece | Luc.1074 | My sable ground of sin I will not paint | My sable ground of sinne I will not paint, |
Sonnets | Sonn.12.4 | And sable curls all silvered o'er with white; | And sable curls or siluer'd ore with white: |