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You, that have so fair parts of woman on you,
Have too a woman's heart: which ever yet
Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty.

_Henry VIII., A. 2, S. 3._


'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired.

_Henry VI., Pt. 3, A. 1, S. 4._


From woman's eyes this doctrine I derive;
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.

_Love's Labour's Lost, A. 4, S. 3._


Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low: an excellent thing in woman.

_King Lear, A. 5, S. 3._


Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for naught?

_The Passionate Pilgrim, Line 14._


Thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.

_The Tempest, A. 4. S. 1._


Good name in man and woman,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

_Othello, A. 3, S. 3._


Women are soft, pitiful, and flexible.

_Henry VI., Pt. 3, A. 1. S. 4._


Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she, but a contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

_Taming of the Shrew, A. 5, S. 2._


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.

_Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 2._


She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.

_Henry VI., Pt. 1, A. 5, S. 3._


Say, that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale;
Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew;
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,
And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

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