To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.