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Shakespeare quotes on womenGilding the object whereupon it gazeth, A man in hue all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth I would we could do so; for her benefits are mightily misplaced; and the bountiful Source: AS YOU LIKE IT I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please you; and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women- as I perceive by your simp'ring none of you hates them- that between you and the women the play may please If the gentlemen will not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which was never seen before in such an assembly Posterity, await for wretched years, When at their mothers' moist'ned eyes babes shall suck, Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears, And none but women left to wail the dead He may mean more than we poor men do know; These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues O tiger's heart wrapp'd in a woman's hide! How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child, To bid the father wipe his eyes withal, And yet be seen to bear a woman's face? Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible An't please your Grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter- The Viscount Rochford-one of her Highness' women If she live long, And in the end meet the old course of death, Women will all turn monsters of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididence, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids and waiting women And, where that you you have vow'd to study, lords, In that each of you have forsworn his book, Can you still dream, and pore, and Source: LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST Though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, Master Page, we have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons of women, Master Page That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks; but that I will have a rechate winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me Let there be the same net spread for her, and that must your daughter and her gentlewomen carry He swore he would never marry; and yet now in despite of his heart he eats his meat without grudging; and how you may be converted I know not, but methinks you look with your eyes as other women do This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish, hairs, Which once untangled much misfortune bodes This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage Enter the Maskers, Enter, [with Servants,] Capulet, his Wife, Juliet, Tybalt, and all the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's- well, go to- there were no more comparison between the women For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, Than women's are The best way is to slander Valentine With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent- Three things that women highly hold in hate I take your offer, and will live with you, Provided that you do no outrages On silly women or poor passengers It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, Women to change their shapes than men their minds Women will love her that she is a woman More worth than any man; men, that she is The rarest of all women Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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