| Satire III, John Donne, lines 46-47 | Geneva is call'd/Religion, plain, simple, sullen, young, |
| Satire III, John Donne 16-18 | Thee in ships' wooden sepulchres, a prey/To leaders' rage, to storms, to shot, to dearth? |
| John Milton, Paradise Lost Book 4 | So spake the Fiend, and with necessitie,/The Tyrants plea, excus'd his devilish deeds. |
| Volpone, Act 3, Scene 3, Mutability | Whilst we, in changed shapes, act Ovid's tales,/Thou, like Europa now, and I like Jove, |
| Volpone, Act 1, Scene 1, Relic | O thou son of Sol,/But brighter than thy father, let me kiss,/With adoration, thee, and every relick/Of sacred treasure, in this blessed room. |
| Volpone, Act 1, Scene 1,Morning worship | Riches, the dumb God, that giv'st all men tongues; |
