Date: 1594, 1623

"The splitting rocks cow'red in the sinking sands, / And would not dash me with their ragged sides, / Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, / Might in thy palace perish Margaret."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"I think if my breast had not been made of faith, and my heart of steel, she had transformed me to a curtal dog, and made me turn i' th' wheel."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"A devil in an everlasting garment hath him, / One whose hard heart is buttoned up with steel."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's, / Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"No doubt the murd'rous knife was dull and blunt / Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart."

— 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

"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

"A jewel in a ten-times barred up chest / Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"As if this flesh, which walls about our life, / Were brass impregnable."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"His heart like an agate with your print impressed, / Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)