Date: 1602, 1623

One's soul may dispute with his sense, and one's eyes may wrangle with his reason

— 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)

Date: 1603

"And let me wring your heart; for so I shall / If it be made of penetrable stuff, / If damnèd custom have not brassed it so / That it is proof and bulwark against sense."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1603

"And that his soul may be as damned and black / As hell whereto it goes."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1603

"Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, / And there I see such black and grainèd spots / As will not leave their tinct. "

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1603

"So think thou wilt no second husband wed; / But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1603

"Remember thee? / Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat / In this distracted globe."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1606

An "evill and hinderance to wisdome ... is the confusion and captivitie of his passions, and turbulent affections, whereof he must disfurnish and free himselfe, to the end he may be emptie and neate, like a white paper, and be made a subject more fit to receive tincture and impressions of wisdome...

— Charron, Pierre (1541-1603); Lennard, Sampson (d. 1633)