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Date: 1590?, 1623

"O, know'st thou not his looks are my soul 's food? / Pity the dearth that I have pinèd in / By longing for that food so long a time. "

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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Date: 1590?, 1623

"O thou that dost inhabit in my breast , / Leave not the mansion so long tenantless / Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall / And leave no memory of what it was."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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Date: 1590?, 1623

"Gentle girl, assist me, / And e'en in kind love I do conjure thee, / Who art the table wherein all my thoughts / Are visibly charactered and engraved / To lesson me, and tell me some good mean / How with my honour I may undertake / A journey to my loving Proteus."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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Date: 1590?, 1623

"My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly, / And slaves they are to me, that send them flying. "

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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Date: 1590?, 1623

"A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, / And worthless Valentine shall be forgot."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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Date: 1590?, 1623

"My herald thought s in thy pure bosom rest them"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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Date: 1592

Elizabeth preferred not "to make windows into men's hearts and secret thoughts, except the abundance of them did overflow into overt and express acts and affirmations."

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

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

"Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; / The thief doth fear each bush an officer."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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

"Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so, / Let hell make crooked my mind to answer it."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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

"I cannot weep, for all my body's moisture / Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart; / Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burden, / For selfsame wind that I should speak withal / Is kindling coals that fires all my breast, / And burns me up with flames that tears would quench."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.