Of all the girls that are so smart,
There's none like pretty Sally.
La muger que se determina & ser honrada
entre un ejercito de soldados lo puede ser.
The woman who is resolved to be respected
can make herself so even amidst an army of
soldiers.
| author = Cervantes—La Gitanilla.
Ther seyde oones a clerk in two vers, "what
is bettre than Gold? Jaspre. What is bettre
thanJaspre? Wisdom. And what is bettre than
Wisdom? Womman. And what is bettre than
a good Womman? No thyng."
Chaucer—Canterbury Tales. Melibeus. L.
2,300.
| seealso = (See also Harleian MS.)
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 1
| text = We shall find n6 fiend in hell can match the
fury of a disappointed woman,—scorn'd! slighted! dismiss'd without a parting pang.
Colley Cebber—Love's Last Shift. Act IV.
Sc. 1.
| seealso = (See also Congreve)
| topic =
| page = 888
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Congreve—The Mourning Bride. Act III.
Sc. 2.
| seealso = (See also Cibber, Tuke, Vergil)
| topic =
| page = 888
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue;
A string which hath no discord.
Barry Cornwall—Rafaelle and Fornarina.
Sc. 2.
7
Her air, her manners, all who saw admired:
Courteous though coy, and gentle, though retired:
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of heart her every look convey'd.
Crabbe—Parish Register. Pt. II.
Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible she,
That shall command my heart and me.
Crashaw—Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress.
Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when she was a skilful mistress of her art.
Cupid's Whirligig. (1607)
| seealso = (See also Burns)
| topic =
| page = 888
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Were there no women, men might live lik;e gods.
Dekker—Honest Whore. Pt. I. Act III.
Sc. 1.
u
There's no music when a woman is in the concert.
Dekker—Honest Whore. Pt. II. Act IV.
Sc. 3.
Les femmes ont toujours quelque arriere pensée.
Women always have some mental reservation.
Dbstouches—Di/mipateur. V. 9.
But were it to my fancy given
To rate her charms, I'd call them heaven;
For though a mortal made of clay,
Angels must love Ann Hathaway;
She hath a way so to control,
To rapture the imprisoned soul.
And sweetest heaven on earth display,
That to be heaven Ann hath a way;
She hath a way,
Ann Hathaway,—
To be heaven's self Ann hath a way.
Charles DrBDm—A Love DUtie. In his
novel Hannah Hewitt. (1795) Often attributed to Shakespeare.
But in some odd nook in Mrs. Todgers's breast, up a great many steps, and in a corner easy to be overlooked, there was a. secret door, with "Woman" written on the spring, which, at a touch from Mercy's hand, had flown wide open, and admitted her for shelter.
She was not made out of his head, Sir,
To rule and to govern the man;
Nor was she made out of his feet, Sir,
By man to be trampled upon.
- * * * *
But she did come forth from his side, Sir,
His equal and partner to be;
And now they are coupled together,
She oft proves the top of the tree.
> Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England.
Collected by James Henry Dixon.
| seealso = (See also Barrie, Henry, Wesley)
| topic =
| page = 888
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Be then thine own home, and in thyself dwell;
Inn anywhere;
And seeing the snail, which everywhere doth
roam,
Carrying his own home still, still is at home,
Follow (for he is easy-paced) this snail:
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
Donne.
| seealso = (See also Britaine, also How under Wife)
| topic =
| page = 888
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
Dryden—Alexander's Feast. L. 154.
For women with a mischief to their kind,
Pervert with bad advice our better mind.
Dryden—Cock and Fox. L. 555.
A woman's counsel brought us first to woe,
And made her man his paradise forego,
Where at heart's ease he hVd; and might have
been
As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
Dryden—Cock and the Fox. L. 557.
She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence;
Sex to the last.
Dryden—Cymon and Iphigenia. L. 367.
I am resolved to grow fat and look young till
forty, and then slip out of the world with the
first wrinkle and the reputation of five and
twenty.
Dryden—The Maiden Queen. Act III. Sc. 1.
