| 2H6 III.ii.176 | [Warwick to Suffolk, of dead Gloucester's beard] rough and rugged, / Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged |
| Mac IV.i.54 | [Macbeth to Witches] Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down |
| R2 III.iii.162 | [King Richard to Aumerle, of the latter's tears] Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn |