Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

Within the book and volume of thy brain.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.