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)

Date: 1597

"Love's heralds should be thoughts, / Which ten times faster glides than the sun's beams / Driving back shadows over louring hills."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, / And all this day an unaccustomed spirit / Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"So high above his limits swells the rage / Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land / With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than steel."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Hath Bolingbroke / Deposed thine intellect?"

— 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)