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

"Hath Bolingbroke / Deposed thine intellect?"

— 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

"But let one spirit of the first-born Cain / Reign in all bosoms, that each heart being set / On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, / And darkness be the burier of the dead!"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, / Ere I will yield my virgin patent up / Unto his lordship whose unwishèd yoke / My soul consents not to give sovereignty."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"How smooth and even they do bear themselves, / As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, / Crownèd with faith and constant loyalty."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought / Reigns solely in the breast of every man."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1603

"The head is not more native to the heart, / The hand more instrumental to the mouth, / Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1603

"O what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)