| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| King Lear | KL III.iv.163 | The grief hath crazed my wits. What a night's this! – | The greefe hath craz'd my wits. What a night's this? |
| Macbeth | Mac III.i.82 | To half a soul and to a notion crazed | To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd, |
| A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND I.i.92 | Thy crazed title to my certain right. | Thy crazed title to my certaine right. |
| Richard III | R3 III.vii.183 | A care-crazed mother to a many sons, | A Care-cras'd Mother to a many Sonnes, |
| Richard III | R3 IV.iv.17 | So many miseries have crazed my voice | So many miseries haue craz'd my voyce, |