Frailty, thy name is woman!
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven
O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!
Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.
God defend the right.
I see a man's life is a tedious one.