To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.
With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.
Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.