Date: 1598

"Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bowed."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"And why indeed 'Naso' but for smelling out / the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention?"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, / And therewithal to win me if you please."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord / In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance / His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1602

"What says my Aesculapius, my / Galen, my heart of elder, ha?"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1611-12, 1623

"Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; / Pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow; / Raze out the written troubles of the brain; / And with some sweet oblivious antidote / Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff / Which weighs upon the heart?"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1706

"And therefore wert thou bred to virtuous Knowledge, / And Wisdom early planted in thy Soul; / That thou might'st know to rule thy fiery Passions, / To bind their Rage, and stay their headlong Course."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Oh! do not, do not blast the springing Hopes / Which thy kind Hand has planted in my Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1713

"What think you, old Heart of Oak, shall Experience supply the want of Youth?"

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1713

"Have not I a bonny Complexion, my Heart of Oak? dost thou not trace the Remains of Beauty through every Feature?"

— Gay, John (1685-1732)