| KJ IV.iii.112 | [Salisbury to all] all you whose souls abhor / Th'uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house |
| Tem II.ii.51 | [Stephano singing of Kate] She loved not the savour of tar |
| WT I.ii.421 | [Polixenes to Camillo] Turn then my freshest reputation to / A savour that may strike the dullest nostril / Where I arrive |