Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

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

I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.