Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
I was adored once too.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.
Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes