“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.”

“But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”

“It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”

“Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.”

“The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.”

“For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In complement extern 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at I am not what I am.”

“These words are razors to my wounded heart".”