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However we do praise ourselves, our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are. - William Shakespeare I grant I am a woman; but, withal, A woman that lord Brutus took to wife; I grant I am a woman; but, withal, A woman well reputed; Cato's daughter, Think you, I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded? - William Shakespeare I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole sex withal. - William Shakespeare If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it. - William Shakespeare Never give her o'er; For scorn at first makes after-love the more. If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, But rather to beget more love in you; If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone, For why, the fools are mad if left alone. - William Shakespeare Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. - William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra (Enobarbus at II, ii) One that hath been a courtier, And says, if ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it. - William Shakespeare, As You Like It (Jaques at II, vii) But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offenses as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal. - William Shakespeare, As You Like It (Rosalind at III, ii) Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. - William Shakespeare, As You Like It (Orlando at III, ii) O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more? - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (Cymbeline at V, v) That it should come to this, But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two, So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth, Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on, and yet within a month-- Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman-- A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she-- O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourned longer--married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. - William Shakespeare, Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at I, ii) Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible, Thou, stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless. - William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part III If this were true, then should I know this secret. I grant I am a woman; but withal A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife. I grant I am a woman; but withal A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter. - William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (Portia at II, i) Ay me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is! - William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (Portia at II, iv) (Falstaff:) By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad--and is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? (Prince Henry:) As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle--and is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance? - William Shakespeare, King Henry the Fourth, Part I (Falstaff & Prince Henry at I, ii) 'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; But God he knows thy share thereof is small 'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired; The contrary doth make thee wond'red at. 'Tis government that makes them seem divine; The want thereof makes thee abominable. - William Shakespeare, King Henry the Sixth, Part III (Plantagenet, Duke of York at I, iv) Her sighs will make a batt'ry in his breast; Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn, And Nero will be tainted with remorse To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears. - William Shakespeare, King Henry the Sixth, Part III (King Henry at III, i) For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. - William Shakespeare, King Lear (Fool at III, ii) 'with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman....' - William Shakespeare, Love's Labor Lost (Ferdinand, King of Navarre at I,i) They are the books, the arts, the academies, that show, contain, and nourish all the world. - William Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost 'with a child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.' - William Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost (Ferdinand, King of Navarre at I, i) Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. - William Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost (Boyet at V, ii) Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? - William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (Beatrice at II, i) She speaks poniards, and every word stabs. If her breath were as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the North Star. I would not marry her though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed. - William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (Benedick at II, i) One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what color it please God. - William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (Benedick at II, iii) Displaying page 18 of 23 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 [18] 19 20 21 22 23
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