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

"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

"Since thou hast far to go, bear not along / The clogging burden of a guilty soul."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar / Their watches on unto mine eyes."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"His heart like an agate with your print impressed, / Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under / such colours."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1599

A Hecatean Hag may "Worke mindes as wax"

— Roche, Robert (1576-1629)

Date: 1600

"So, with two seeming bodies but one heart, / Two of the first -- like coats in heraldry, / Due but to one and crownèd with one crest."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"The lunatic, the lover, and the poet / Are of imagination all compact."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"Shut doors after you. / Fast bind, fast find -- / A proverb never stale in thrifty mind."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)