| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| Antony and Cleopatra | AC I.iv.43 | And the ebbed man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love, | And the ebb'd man, / Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue, |
| The Winter's Tale | WT V.i.102 | Flowed with her beauty once. 'Tis shrewdly ebbed | Flow'd with her Beautie once; 'tis shrewdly ebb'd, |