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

"Hath Bolingbroke / Deposed thine intellect?"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Since thou hast far to go, bear not along / The clogging burden of a guilty soul."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy, / And I, a gasping new-delivered mother, / Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joined."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, / My soul the father, and these two beget / A generation of still-breeding thoughts; / And these same thoughts people this little world / In humours like the people of this world."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar / Their watches on unto mine eyes."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"And for we think the eagle-wingèd pride / Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts."

— 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

"One of our souls had wandered in the air, / Banished this frail sepulchre of our flesh."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

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

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)