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

"Methought I had, and often did I strive / To yield the ghost, but still the envious flood / Stopped-in my soul and would not let it forth / To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring air, / But smothered it within my panting bulk, / Who almost burst to belch it in the sea."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"I pray thee, peace! My soul is full of sorrow."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"That our swift-wingèd souls may catch the King's, / Or like obedient subjects follow him / To his new kingdom of ne'er-changing night."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"I took him for the plainest harmless creature / That breathed upon the earth, a Christian, / Made him my book wherein my soul recorded / The history of all her secret thoughts."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"So in the Lethe of thy angry soul / Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs, / Which thou supposest I have done to 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

"O serpent heart hid with a flow'ring face! / Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Or my true heart with treacherous revolt / Turn to another, this shall slay them both."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"You have dancing shoes / With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead / So stakes me to the ground I cannot move."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)