Date: w. 1592-3 or 1595?, 1623

"Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; / The thief doth fear each bush an officer."

— 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: 1597

"Your grace attended to their sugared words, / But looked not on the poison of their hearts."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword, / Which if thou please to hide in this true breast / And let the soul forth that adoreth thee."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead -- stabbed /with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear / with a love song, the very pin of his heart cleft with the / blind bow-boy's butt-shaft."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Since thou hast far to go, bear not along / The clogging burden of a guilty soul."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar / Their watches on unto mine eyes."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1603

"For nature crescent does not grow alone / In thews and bulk, but as his temple waxes / The inward service of the mind and soul / Grows wide withal."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1603

"Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain / If with too credent ear you list his songs, / Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open / To his unmastered importunity."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1603

"O wretched state, O bosom black as death, / O limèd soul that, struggling to be free, / Art more engaged!"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)