Date: 1597

"Look how my ring encompasseth thy finger; / Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's, / Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Your grace attended to their sugared words, / But looked not on the poison of their hearts."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Within so small a time, my woman's heart / Grossly grew captive to his honey words / And proved the subject of mine own soul's curse."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Harp on it still shall I, till heart-strings break."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"No doubt the murd'rous knife was dull and blunt / Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword, / Which if thou please to hide in this true breast / And let the soul forth that adoreth thee."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Methought I had, and often did I strive / To yield the ghost, but still the envious flood / Stopped-in my soul and would not let it forth / To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring air, / But smothered it within my panting bulk, / Who almost burst to belch it in the sea."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"I pray thee, peace! My soul is full of sorrow."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"That our swift-wingèd souls may catch the King's, / Or like obedient subjects follow him / To his new kingdom of ne'er-changing night."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)