Date: 1594, 1623

"They know their master loves to be aloft, / And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind / That mounts no higher than a bird can soar."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts / Beat on [bate on?] a crown, the treasure of thy heart"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, / Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"I fear me you but warm the starvèd snake, / Who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"Comb down his hair -- look, look: it stands upright, / Like lime twigs set to catch my wingèd soul."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)