Date: 1600

"How smooth and even they do bear themselves, / As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, / Crownèd with faith and constant loyalty."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out: / A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills / With treacherous crowns."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, / As dogs upon their masters, worrying you."

— 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: 1600

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

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)