Date: 1594

"Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy, / That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart / Than foemen's marks upon his battered shield, / But yet so just that he will not revenge."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"My heart is not compact of flint nor steel"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"Aaron will have his soul black like his face."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"O, that delightful engine of her thoughts, / That blabbed them with such pleasing eloquence, / Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage / Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung / Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"Burgundy / Enshrines thee in his heart, and there erects / Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"Her virtues gracèd with external gifts / Do breed love's settled passions in my heart."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"A far more glorious star thy soul will make / Than Julius Caesar or bright--"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter's wheel."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"Thus while the vulture of sedition / Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, / Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss / The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594

"In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, / And like a hermit overpassed thy days."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)