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_Taming of the Shrew, A. 2, S. 1._


Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces;
... Say they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

_Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3. S. 1._


Bethink thee on her virtues that Surmount,
And natural graces that extinguish art;
* * * * *
And, which is more, she is not so divine,
So full-replete with choice of all delights,
But, with as humble lowliness of mind,
She is content to be at your command.

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


Let still the woman take
An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart.
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn.
Than women's are.

_Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4.


'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.

_Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5._


Fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.

_Titus Andronicus, A. 3, S. 1._


Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears
Were like a better day: those happy smilets,
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.

_King Lear, A. 4, S. 2._


She is mine own;
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

_Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 4._


A woman impudent and mannish grown
Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man
In time of action.

_Troilus and Cressida, A. 3, S. 3._


A woman's face, with Nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou ...
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false woman's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth.

_Sonnet XX._

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