Date: 1590?, 1623

"O thou that dost inhabit in my breast , / Leave not the mansion so long tenantless / Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall / And leave no memory of what it was."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: w. 1592-3 or 1595?, 1623

"My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre, / For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: w. 1592-3 or 1595?, 1623

"Now my soul's palace is become a prison."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"This poor right hand of mine / Is left to tyrannize upon my breast, / Who, when my heart, all mad with misery, / Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, / Then thus I thump it down."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"Burgundy / Enshrines thee in his heart, and there erects / Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, / And like a hermit overpassed thy days."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"Then, York, unloose thy long imprisoned thoughts, / And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"One of our souls had wandered in the air, / Banished this frail sepulchre of our flesh."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart , / Though so denied fair harbour in my house. "

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"Th' incessant care and labour of his mind / Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in / So thin that life looks through and will break out."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)