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)

Date: 1598

"An habitation giddy and unsure / Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"But I tell thee, / my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so sick."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape / In forms imaginary th' unguided days / And rotten times that you shall look upon / When I am sleeping with my ancestors."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, / Whom thou hast whetted on thy stony heart / To stab at half an hour of my life."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"Sorrow so royally in you appears / That I will deeply put the fashion on, / And wear it in my heart."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"[B]ut, for their spirits and souls, / This word 'rebellion', it had froze them up, / As fish are in a pond"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)