A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
Taming of the Shrew, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
For several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,
And put it to the foil.
Tempest, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
IAGO.—Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,
Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens,
Saints in your injuries, devils being offended.
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For I am nothing if not critical.
Othello, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Had she been true,
If heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
I'd not have sold her for it.
Othello, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Lightly thou say'st that woman's love is false,
The thought is falser far.
Bertram. C.R. MATURIN.
But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.
Basil, Act v. Sc. 3. JOANNA BAILLIE.
When greater perils men environ,
Then women show a front of iron;
And, gentle in their manner, they
Do bold things in a quiet way.
Betty Zane. T.D. ENGLISH.
First, then, a woman will, or won't, depend on 't;
If she will do 't, she will, and there's an end on 't.
But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.
Epilogue to Zara. A. HILL.