Date: 1596

"Again, when a man sinnes against his conscience, as much as in him lieth, he plungeth him selfe into the gulfe of desperation: for euery wound of the conscience, though the smart of it be little felt, is a deadly wound: and he that goes on to sinne against his conscience, stabbes and vvounds it ...

— Perkins, William (1558-1602)

Date: 1597

Gloucester's heart is "figured in [his] tongue."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Look how my ring encompasseth thy finger; / Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy, / And I, a gasping new-delivered mother, / Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joined."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"With the eyes of heavy mind / I see thy glory, like a shooting star, / Fall to the base earth from the firmament."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, / And every tongue brings in a several tale, / And every tale condemns me for a villain."

— 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

"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 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)