| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| Henry VIII | H8 II.iv.138 | Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government, | Thy meeknesse Saint-like, Wife-like Gouernment, |
| Henry VIII | H8 IV.i.83 | Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like | Came to the Altar, where she kneel'd, and Saint-like |
| The Winter's Tale | WT V.i.2 | A saint-like sorrow. No fault could you make | A Saint-like Sorrow: No fault could you make, |