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Woman: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Ah me! how weak a thing— J. C. ii. 4.

The heart of woman is! When maidens sue Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, All their petitions are as freely theirs— M. M. i. 5

As they themselves would have them. We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.— M. N. ii. 2.

Women are not In their best fortunes, strong; but want will perjure— A. C. iii. 10.

The ne'er touch'd vestal. These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.— H. VI. PT. I. i. 2

O most delicate fiend!— Cym. v. 5.

Who is't can read a woman ? She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd :— H. VI. PT. 1. v. 3.

She is a woman; therefore to be won. Come on, come on: You are pictures out of doors, Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens, Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.— 0. ii. 1.

A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty,— T. S. v. 2.

Will deign to dip or touch one drop of it. Can my sides hold, to think, that man,-who knows By history, report, or his own proof, What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose But must be,-will his free hours languish for Assured bondage?— Cym. i.

, The bountiful blind woman [Fortune] doth most mista in her gifts to women. For those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest; and those that she makes honest, she— 4. V. i. 2

makes very ill-favouredly.

Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind.— T. C. t. 2

That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! 0.逛.3

General Invective Against

Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half workers? We are bastards all: And that most venerable man, which I Did call my father, was I know not where When I was stampt; some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd The Dian of that time: so doth my wife The nonpareil of this. O vengeance! vengeance! Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, And pray'd me, oft, forbearance; did it with A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her As chaste as unsunn'd snow: O, all the devils!— Could I find out

The woman's part in me! For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it, The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers; Ambitions , covetings, change of prides, disdain, Nice longings, slanders, mutability: All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, Why, hers, in part, or all; but, rather, all :- For even to vice They are not constant, but are changing still One vice, but of a minute old, for one Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, Detest them, curse them :-Yet 'tis greater skill, In a true hate, to pray they have their will: The very devils cannot plague them better.— Cym. ii. 5