Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched in so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole their whole sex withal.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

How hard it is for women to keep counsel!