Date: 1566

"Those raging storms of wrath That so bedym the eyes of thine intent"

— Gascoigne, George (1534/5- - 1577)

Date: w. 1365, trans. 1579

"For what tempests and madnesse is there in these foure passions, to wit, to hope or desire, and to reioice, to feare and to bee sorie, whiche trouble the poore and miserable minde, by driuing him with sodeine windes and gales, in course far from the hauen into the middes of the dangerous rocks?"

— Petrarch (1304-1374); Twyne, Thomas (1543–1613)

Date: w. 1592-3 or 1595?, 1623

"See, see, what showers arise, / Blown with the windy tempest of my heart, / Upon thy wounds, that kills mine eye and heart!"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich, / And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, / So honour peereth in the meanest habit."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"Faster than springtime showers comes thought on thought, / And not a thought but thinks on dignity."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust / Ensuing danger, as by proof we see / The water swell before a boist'rous storm."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Methought I had, and often did I strive / To yield the ghost, but still the envious flood / Stopped-in my soul and would not let it forth / To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring air, / But smothered it within my panting bulk, / Who almost burst to belch it in the sea."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: c. 1603

"Just when the human mind, borne thither by some favouring gale, had found rest in a little truth, this man presumed to cast the closest fetters on our understandings."

— Bacon, Sir Francis, Lord Verulam (1561-1626)

Date: w. 1610-11, 1623

"The charm dissolves apace, / And as the morning steals upon the night, / Melting the darkness, so their rising senses / Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle / Their clearer reason."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1612-3, 1623

"The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)