Date: 1593

"[A]s wee apparaile our selves in Beastes skinnes, in self same sort we clothe our soules in theyr sinnes"

— Nashe, Thomas (bap. 1567, d. c. 1601)

Date: 1593

"And care consumes the minde of man, / as fire melts Virgin Waxe."

— Churchyard, Thomas (1523?-1604)

Date: 1594

"There is enough written upon this earth / To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"I am Revenge, sent from th' infernal kingdom / To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"Listen, fair madam, let it be your glory / To see her tears, but be your heart to them /As unrelenting flint to drops of rain."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"Now let hot Etna cool in Sicily, / And be my heart an ever-burning hell."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"This poor right hand of mine / Is left to tyrannize upon my breast, / Who, when my heart, all mad with misery, / Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, / Then thus I thump it down."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"Wound it [the heart] with sighing, girl; kill it with groans, / Or get some little knife between thy teeth / And just against thy heart make thou a hole, / That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall / May run into that sink and, soaking in, / Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy, / That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart / Than foemen's marks upon his battered shield, / But yet so just that he will not revenge."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"My heart is not compact of flint nor steel"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)