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: 1600

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

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, / From stubborn Turks and Tartars never trained / To offices of tender courtesy. / We all expect a gentle answer, Jew."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith / To hold opinion with Pythagoras / That souls of animals infuse themselves / Into the trunks of men."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1602

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

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1602

"O thou whose breast, I, even this little cantle, / Is counsells capcase, prudences portmantle."

— Anonymous

Date: 1602, 1623

One's soul may dispute with his sense, and one's eyes may wrangle with his reason

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1602

"Heere ar no eyes, why, they ar in my minde, / Wherby I see the fortunes of mankind."

— Anonymous

Date: 1603

"For nature crescent does not grow alone / In thews and bulk, but as his temple waxes / The inward service of the mind and soul / Grows wide withal."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)