Date: 1594, 1623
"Faster than springtime showers comes thought on thought, / And not a thought but thinks on dignity."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, / Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"I fear me you but warm the starvèd snake, / Who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"The splitting rocks cow'red in the sinking sands, / And would not dash me with their ragged sides, / Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, / Might in thy palace perish Margaret."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"I took a costly jewel from my neck -- / A heart it was, bound in with diamonds -- / And threw it towards thy land. The sea received it, / And so I wished thy body might my heart."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted?"
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Date: 1594, 1623
"Then, York, unloose thy long imprisoned thoughts, / And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"Here could I breathe my soul into the air [...] So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul / Or I should breathe it, so, into thy body"
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Date: 1594, 1623
"Comb down his hair -- look, look: it stands upright, / Like lime twigs set to catch my wingèd soul."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"O, beat away the busy meddling fiend / That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul."
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