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)

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

"My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre, / For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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

"Now my soul's palace is become a prison."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1592

"Thine eye the glasse where I behold my hart, / mine eye the window, through the which thine eye / may see my hart, and there thy selfe espye / in bloudie colours how thou painted art."

— Constable, Henry (1562-1613)

Date: 1594

"This poor right hand of mine / Is left to tyrannize upon my breast, / Who, when my heart, all mad with misery, / Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh, / Then thus I thump it down."

— 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

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

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1594, 1623

"Then, York, unloose thy long imprisoned thoughts, / And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"One of our souls had wandered in the air, / Banished this frail sepulchre of our flesh."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1598

"As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart , / Though so denied fair harbour in my house. "

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)