have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard,...Is not your voice broken, your wind short....(206)
His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm/Crested the world; his voice was propertied/As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;/But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,/He was as rattling thunder....(82)
"As You Like It," Act II, Scene 7:
All the world's a stage,.../And one man in his time plays many parts,/....At first the infant,/Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms./And then the whining schoolboy,...The sixth age shifts/Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,/...and his big manly voice,/Turning again towards childish treble, pipes/And whistles in his sound....(139)
Here is one for you:
King Lear, Act V, Scene III, line 274-5
"Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman."
I hope some other people can add a few more.