TALE VIII.
THE MOTHER.
What though you have beauty,
Must you be therefore proud and pitiless?
SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It.
I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that
Adam had left him before he transgressed.
As You Like It.
Wilt thou love such a woman? What! to make thee an instrument,
and play false strains upon thee! - Not to be endured.