Date: w. 1610-11, 1623

"A solemn air, and the best comforter / To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, / Now useless, boiled within thy skull."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: w. 1610-11, 1623

"The charm dissolves apace, / And as the morning steals upon the night, / Melting the darkness, so their rising senses / Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle / Their clearer reason."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: w. 1610-11, 1623

"Their understanding / Begins to swell, and the approaching tide / Will shortly fill the reasonable shores / That now lie foul and muddy."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: w. 1610-11, 1623

"You cram these words into mine ears against / The stomach of my sense."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1675

"[Y]our heart more stony was then Coblers wax i'th' dog days"

— Duffett, Thomas (fl. 1674-1678); William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Date: 1675

"Work, work, my hearts of Gold."

— Duffett, Thomas (fl. 1674-1678); William Shakespeare (1564-1616)