And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
Solitude is sometimes the best society.
For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.
Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.