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.

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Give me to drink mandragora.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!