| AC III.iv.32 | [Octavia to Antony, of war with Caesar] As if the world should cleave, and that slain men / Should solder up the rift |
| E3 II.i.232 | [Countess to King Edward, of her beauty] it is soldered to my life |
| Tim IV.iii.389 | [Timon as if to the gold] Thou visible god, / That sold'rest close impossibilities, / And makest them kiss |