Date: 1600

"I mean that my heart unto yours is knit, / So that but one heart we can make of it."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, / By his best arrow with the golden head, / By the simplicity of Venus' doves, / By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, / And by that fire which burned the Carthage queen / When the false Trojan under sail was seen."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1742

"Thoughts disentangle, passing o'er the lip; / Clean runs the thread; if not, 'tis thrown away / Or kept to tie up nonsense for a song; / Song, fashionably fruitless; such as stains / The fancy, and unhallow'd passion fires; / Chiming her saints to Cytherea's fane."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"How, like a worm, was I wrapt round and round / In silken thought, which reptile Fancy spun, / Till darken'd Reason lay quite clouded o'er / With soft conceit of endless comfort here, / Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Or, spider-like, spin out our precious all, / Our more than vitals spin (if no regard / To great futurity) in curious webs / Of subtle thought, and exquisite design, / (Fine net-work of the brain!) to catch a fly, / The momentary buzz of vain renown, / A name, a mortal immortality?"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)