Date: 1598

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

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bowed."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished / in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the / mellowing of occasion"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"And why indeed 'Naso' but for smelling out / the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention?"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, / And therewithal to win me if you please."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of / gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"I better brook the loss of brittle life / Than those proud titles thou hast won of me. / They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"But thoughts, the slaves of life, and life, time's fool, / And time, that takes survey of all the world, / Must have a stop."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book. He hath not eat paper, as it were, he hath not drunk ink. His intellect is not replenished, he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts."

— 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)