Quotes from William Shakespeare

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

Ah me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is!

The pleasing punishment that women bear.

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.

How hard it is for women to keep counsel!

Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women's faces are their own faults' books.

I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant.

Nay, we must think men are not gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal.

Women's weapons, water-drops.

Haply a woman's voice may do some good When articles too nicely urged be stood on.

O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more?

Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

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

What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.

I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.

Were kisses all the joys in bed, /One woman would another wed.

Fraily thy name is woman!

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!

And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.

They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Women are angels, wooing...

April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing...

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