From Robin Hood And Little John (Mother Goose rhyme):

If he comes no more,
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
We shall fret full sore!
From A Midsummer Night's Dream: Act III, scene II:
Yet but three? Come one more;
Two of both kinds make up four.
From A Midsummer Night's Dream: Act III, scene I:
Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more
better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not
Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them
out of fear.
From A Midsummer Night's Dream: Act III, scene I:
Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more
acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir?
From Love's Labour's Lost: Act I, scene I:
And though I have for barbarism spoke more
Than for that angel knowledge you can say,
Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore
And bide the penance of each three years' day.
From Shakespeare's Sonnet CL.:
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
From Shakespeare's Sonnet LXXXIV.:
Who is it that says most? which
Than this rich praise, that you
In whose confine immured is the
Which should example where your

can say more

alone are you?
store
equal grew.

From Shakespeare's Sonnet LXXXV.:

Hearing you praised, I say ''Tis so, 'tis true,'
And to the most of praise add something more;
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.

From Shakespeare's Sonnet XXXVII.:

For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
From "Hound Voice" by William Butler Yeats:
Stumbling upon the blood-dark track once more,
Then stumbling to the kill beside the shore;
From "Church And State" by William Butler Yeats:
Wander in dreams no more;
What if the Church and the State
Are the mob that howls at the door!
Wine shall run thick to the end,
From "The Magi" by William Butler Yeats:
And all their helms of Silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
From "The Everlasting Voices" by William Butler Yeats:
Flame under flame, till Time be no more;
Have you not heard that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,
In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?
From "From A Full Moon In March" by William Butler Yeats:
Had even O'Duffy -- but I name no more -Their school a crowd, his master solitude;
Through Jonathan Swift's clark grove he passed, and there
plucked bitter wisdom that enriched his blood.
From "Cuchulan's Fight With The Sea" by William Butler Yeats:
But now I have no need to watch it more.'
Then Emer cast the web upon the floor,
From "Cuchulan's Fight With The Sea" by William Butler Yeats:
"I put you from your pain. I can no more.'
While day its burden on to evening bore,
From "Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites" by William Butler Yeats:

And I have many more,

He fought the might of England
And saved the Irish poor,
Whatever good a farmer's got
From "Ephemera" by William Butler Yeats:
By the lone border of the lake once more,
Together in that hour of gentleness
When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.
How far away the stars seem, and how far
From "Ephemera" by William Butler Yeats:
On the lone border of the lake once more:
Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves
Gathered in silence, dewy as her eyes,
In bosom and hair.
From "The Man And The Echo" by William Butler Yeats:
But body gone he sleeps no more,
And till his intellect grows sure
From "Demon And Beast" by William Butler Yeats:
And twice a thousand more
Starved upon the shore
From "The Cap And Bells" by William Butler Yeats:
He bade his heart go to her,
When the owls called out no more;
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door.
From "The Ballad Of Father Gilliagan" by William Butler Yeats:
Upon the time of sparrow-chirp
When the moths came once more.
The old priest Peter Gilligan
Stood upright on the floor.
From "A HYMN TO BACCHUS" by Robert Herrick:
Bacchus, let me drink no more!
Wild are seas that want a shore!
From "TO THE LADY CREWE, UPON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD" by Robert Herrick:
And, pretty child, feels now no more
Those pains it lately felt before.

From "THE SUCCESSION OF THE FOUR SWEET MONTHS" by Robert Herrick:

Next enters June, and brings us more
Gems than those two that went before;
From "A HYMN TO LOVE" by Robert Herrick:
Which done, no more
I'll come before
From "HIS CONTENT IN THE COUNTRY" by Robert Herrick:
We eat our own, and batten more,
Because we feed on no man's score;
From "TO DIANEME" by Robert Herrick:
Give me one kiss,
And no more:
If so be, this
Makes you poor
From "The Gods Of The Copybook Headings" by Rudyard Kipling:
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man--There are only four things certain since Social Progress began:--That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her mire,
From "The Power of the Dog" by Rudyard Kipling:
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
From "The Mother-Lodge" by Rudyard Kipling:
With my Mother-Lodge once more!
Outside -- "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!"
Inside -- "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
From "The 'Eathen" by Rudyard Kipling:
'E calls it bloomin' nonsense -- 'e doesn't know no more -An' then up comes 'is Company an' kicks 'im round the floor!
From "The Sea-Wife" by Rudyard Kipling:
And ever she sends more.
For since that wife had gate or gear,

From ""Cleared"" by Rudyard Kipling:

"Cleared", honourable gentlemen! Be thankful it's no more: -The widow's curse is on your house, the dead are at your door.
From "The "Mary Gloster"" by Rudyard Kipling:
Your mother 'ud call it wasteful, but I've seven-and-thirty more;
I'll come in my private carriage and bid it wait at the door. . . .