She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won
A very honest woman but something given to lie
Women's weapon, water-drops
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
It is a heretic that makes the fire, not she which burns in it
Two women placed together makes cold weather
Women's gentle brain Could not drop forth such giant rude invention
The lady doth protest too much, me thinks
A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not
Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.
There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men. Act II
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.
From women'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.
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