Date: 1597

"I took him for the plainest harmless creature / That breathed upon the earth, a Christian, / Made him my book wherein my soul recorded / The history of all her secret thoughts."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"So in the Lethe of thy angry soul / Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs, / Which thou supposest I have done to thee."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead -- stabbed /with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear / with a love song, the very pin of his heart cleft with the / blind bow-boy's butt-shaft."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"O serpent heart hid with a flow'ring face! / Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Or my true heart with treacherous revolt / Turn to another, this shall slay them both."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"You have dancing shoes / With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead / So stakes me to the ground I cannot move."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Love's heralds should be thoughts, / Which ten times faster glides than the sun's beams / Driving back shadows over louring hills."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, / And all this day an unaccustomed spirit / Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1704

"Erect your schemes with as much method and skill as you please; yet, if the materials be nothing but dirt, spun out of your own entrails (the guts of modern brains), the edifice will conclude at last in a cobweb; the duration of which, like that of other spiders’ webs, may be imputed to their be...

— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)