Date: 1600

"But now behold, / In the quick forge and working-house of thought, / How London doth pour out her citizens."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"That they lack -- for if their heads had any / intellectual armour, they could never wear such heavy / headpieces."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"How smooth and even they do bear themselves, / As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, / Crownèd with faith and constant loyalty."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out: / A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills / With treacherous crowns."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, / As dogs upon their masters, worrying you."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord / In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance / His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought / Reigns solely in the breast of every man."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, / From stubborn Turks and Tartars never trained / To offices of tender courtesy. / We all expect a gentle answer, Jew."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith / To hold opinion with Pythagoras / That souls of animals infuse themselves / Into the trunks of men."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)