And when a lady’s in the case,
You know all other things give place.
The Hare and Many Friends J. GAY.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
Taming of the Shrew, Act v.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

                 For several virtues
  Have I liked several women; never any
  With so full soul but some defect in her
  Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,
  And put it to the foil.
Tempest, Act iii.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

IAGO.—­Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,
Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens,
Saints in your injuries, devils being offended.

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For I am nothing if not critical. Othello, Act ii.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

                 Had she been true,
  If heaven would make me such another world
  Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
  I’d not have sold her for it.
Othello, Act v.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

Lightly thou say’st that woman’s love is false,
The thought is falser far.
Bertram.  C.R.  MATURIN.

But woman’s grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.
Basil, Act v.  Sc. 3.  JOANNA BAILLIE.

  When greater perils men environ,
  Then women show a front of iron;
  And, gentle in their manner, they
  Do bold things in a quiet way.
Betty Zane.  T.D.  ENGLISH.

  First, then, a woman will, or won’t, depend on ’t;
  If she will do ’t, she will, and there’s an end on ’t. 
  But if she won’t, since safe and sound your trust is,
  Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.
Epilogue to Zara.  A. HILL.

  I have no other but a woman’s reason;
  I think him so because I think him so.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act i.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence. 
  Sex to the last.
Cymon and Iphigenia.  J. DRYDEN.

  Woman may err, woman may give her mind
  To evil thoughts, and lose her pure estate;
  But, for one woman who affronts her kind
  By wicked passions and remorseless hate,
  A thousand make amends in age and youth,
  By heavenly pity, by sweet sympathy,
  By patient kindness, by enduring truth,
  By love, supremest in adversity.
Praise of Women.  C. MACKAY.

  Not she with traitorous kiss her Saviour stung,
  Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
  She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
  Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.
Woman, her Character and Influence.  E.S.  BARRETT.

Earth’s noblest thing, a woman perfected. Irene.  J.R.  LOWELL.

Shalt show us how divine a thing
A woman may be made.
To a Young Lady.  W. WORDSWORTH.