Where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
_Love's Labour's Lost, A. 4, S. 3._
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination;
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate, and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul.
_Much Ado About Nothing, A. 4, S. 1._
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love.
_Taming of the Shrew, A. 4, S. 2._
Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
_Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1._
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.
_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;
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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._
No other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
_Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. 2._
The hand that hath made you fair hath made
you good: the goodness that is cheap in beauty
makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace
being the soul of your complexion, should keep
the body of it ever fair.
_Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1._
If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it.
_As You Like It, A. 2, S. 7._
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
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Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For "_Get you gone_," she doth not mean "_Away!_"
_Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1._
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She saw, like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
_Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4._
She shall be
A pattern to all ... living with her....
Holy and heavenly thoughts shall still counsel her;
She shall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own shall bless her....
... Those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour....
... Yet a virgin,
A most unspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all shall mourn her.
_Henry VIII., A. 5, S. 4._