| Cym III.iv.12 | [Innogen to Pisanio, of the letter] If't be summer news, / Smile to't before: if winterly, thou need'st / But keep that count'nance still |
| R3 IV.iii.13 | [Tyrrel alone, of the Princes] Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, / Which in their summer beauty kissed each other |
| WT IV.iii.11 | [Autolycus singing, of birds' songs] summer songs for me and my aunts |