While warm life plays in that infant’s veins. King John, Act III., Sc. IV.
Had bak’d thy blood, and made it heavy thick, Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins. King John, Act III., Sc. III.
’Tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells. Richard III., Act I., Sc. II.
Stuff’d within with bloody veins. Pericles, Act I., Sc. IV.
For every false drop in her bawdy veins A Grecian’s life hath sunk. Troilus and Cressida, Act IV., Sc. I.
If so thou yield him, there is gold, and here My bluest veins to kiss. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II., Sc. V.
That those veins Did verily bear blood. Winter’s Tale, Act V., Sc. III.
The veins unfill’d, our blood is cold. Coriolanus, Act V., Sc. I.
I have a faint cold, fear thrills through my veins That almost freezes up the heat of life. Romeo and Juliet, Act IV., Sc. III.
——purple fountains issuing from your veins. Romeo and Juliet, Act I., Sc. I.