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No use of metal, Corn, or wine, or oil. — Tempest , ii. i, 154. 
Our Corn’s to reap, for yet our tithe’s to sow. 
Measure for Measure , iv. 1, 76. 
Playing on pipes of Corn, 
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The green Corn 
Hath rotted ere his youth attained a beard. 
Midsummer Night's Dream, ii. 1, 67, 94. 
What valiant foemen, like to autumn’s Corn, 
Have we mowed down in tops of all their pride ! 
3 rd Henry VI, v. 7, 3. 
Talk like the vulgar sort of market men 
That come to gather money for their Corn. 
1 st Henry VI, iii. 2, 4. 
Poor market folks that come to sell their Corn.— Ibid., 14. 
Good morrow, gallants ! want ye Corn for bread?— Ibid., 41. 
I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own, 
And make thee curse the harvest of that Corn. — Ibid., 46. 
Why droops my lord like over-ripened Corn 
Hanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load ? 
2nd Henry VI, i. 2, 1. 
His well-proportioned beard made rough and ragged 
Like to the summer’s Corn by tempest lodged. 
2 nd Henry VI, iii. 2, 175. 
We shall be winnow’d with so rough a wind 
That even our Cora shall seem as light as chaff. 
2 nd Henry IV, iv. I, 194. 
Though bladed Corn be lodged and trees blown down. 
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Macbeth, iv. 1, 55. 
He weeds the Cora, and still lets grow the weeding. 
Love s Labour s Lost, i. 1, 96. 
Allons ! allons ! sowed Cockle reap’d no Corn. 
Ibid., iv. 3, 383. 
