They be so sure even Wo to Men indeed.
High time it were for my poor muse to wink,
Since all the hands, all paper, pen and ink,
Which ever yet this wretched world possessed,
Cannot describe this Sex in colours due.
Gascoigne (The Steele Glas, 1576).
I’m not denying the women are foolish: God Almighty made ’em to match the men.
George Eliot (Adam Bede).