Date: 1590?, 1623
"I do desire thee, even from a heart / As full of sorrows as the sea of sands / To bear me company and go with me."
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Date: 1590?, 1623
"A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, / And worthless Valentine shall be forgot."
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Date: w. 1592-3 or 1595?, 1623
"From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears / And stops my tongue, while heart is drowned in cares"
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Date: w. 1592-3 or 1595?, 1623
"Look on the boy; / And let his manly face, which promiseth / Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart / To hold thine own and leave thine own with him."
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Date: 1594
"Wound it [the heart] with sighing, girl; kill it with groans, / Or get some little knife between thy teeth / And just against thy heart make thou a hole, / That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall / May run into that sink and, soaking in, / Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears."
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Date: 1597
"So in the Lethe of thy angry soul / Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs, / Which thou supposest I have done to thee."
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Date: 1598
"'Tis with my mind / As with the tide swelled up unto his height, / That makes a still stand, running neither way."
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Date: 1603
A people may be "muddied, / Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers / For good Polonius' death."
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Date: 1603
"Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, / And thus the native hue of resolution / Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, / And enterprises of great pith and moment / With this regard their currents turn awry, / And lose the name of action."
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Date: 1609
"My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd;/ And I myself see not the bottom of it."
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