| 2H6 I.ii.2 | [Duchess to Gloucester] Why droops my lord like over-ripened corn, / Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load? |
| Tem IV.i.60 | [Iris to Ceres] Ceres, most bounteous lady |
| TNK V.i.53 | [Arcite to Mars] whose breath blows down / The teeming Ceres' foison |