So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are.