| Play | Key Line | Modern Text | Original Text |
| Henry VI Part 3 | 3H6 IV.viii.61 | Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay. | Cold biting Winter marres our hop'd-for Hay. |
| King Edward III | E3 II.i.391 | The sun that withers hay doth nourish grass: | The Sunne that withersheye goth nourish grasse, |
| King Lear | KL II.iv.121 | horse buttered his hay. | Horse buttered his Hay. |
| Love's Labour's Lost | LLL V.i.148 | hay. | hey. |
| Macbeth | Mac I.iii.18 | I will drain him dry as hay; | Ile dreyne him drie as Hay: |
| A Midsummer Night's Dream | MND IV.i.33 | of hay. Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. | of hay: good hay, sweete hay hath no fellow. |
| Romeo and Juliet | RJ II.iv.26 | punto reverso! the hay! | Punto reuerso, the Hay. |
| The Two Noble Kinsmen | TNK V.ii.57 | Of all his hay and provender; that ostler | Of all his hay and provender: That Hostler |
| The Winter's Tale | WT IV.iii.12 | While we lie tumbling in the hay. | While we lye tumbling in the hay. |