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WOMAN
WOMAN


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Toute fille lettree restera fille toute sa vie, quand il n'y aura que des hommes senses sur la terre.

Every blue-stocking will remain a spinster as long as there are sensible men on the earth.

RousseauEmile. I. 5.


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Une femme bel-esprit est le fleau de son mari,
de ses enfants, de ses amis, de ses valets, de tout
le monde.
A blue-stocking is the scourge of her husband, children, friends, servants, and every
one. ,
 | author = Rousseau
 | work = Emile. I. 5.


And one false step entirety-damns her fame.
In vain with tears the loss she may deplore,
In vain look back on what she was before;
She sets like stars that fall, to rise no more.
Rowe—Jane Shore, Act I.


Ne l'onde solca, e ne 1'arena semina,
E'l vago vento spera in rete accogliere
Chi sue speranze fonda in cor di femina.
He ploughs the waves, sows the, sand, and
hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places
his hopes on the heart of woman.
Sannazaro—Eclogm Octava. Plough the sands
found in Juvenal—Satires. VII. Jeremy
Taylor—Discourse on Liberty of Prophesying. (1647) Introduction,
a
Such, Polly, are your sex—part truth, part fiction;
Some thought, much whim, and all a contradiction.
Richard Savage—TS~a Young Lady.


Ehret die Frauen! sie flechten und weben
Himmlische Rosen in's irdische Leben.
Honor women! they entwine and weave
heavenly roses in our earthly life.
Schiller—Wurde der Frauen. ,
 
The weakness of their reasoning faculty also
explains why women show more sympathy for
the unfortunate than men; . . . and why, on
the contrary, they are inferior to men as regards
justice, and less honourable and conscientious.
Schopenhauer—On Women.


Woman's faith, and woman's trust,
Write the characters in dust.
Scott—Betrothed. Ch. XX.


Widowed wife and wedded maid.
Scott—Betrothed. Last chapter.


O Woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made;
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!
Scott—MarmUrn. Canto VI. St. 30.


Age oannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 240.
 If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it.
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 37.


Run, run, Orlando: carve on every tree
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 9.
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched
with so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 366.
is O most delicate fiend!
Who is't can read a woman?
Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 47.
 Frailty, thy name is woman!—
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears;—why she, even she,

  • * * married with my uncle.

Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 146.


And is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet
wench?
As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 45.


'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:
'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;
The contrary doth make thee wondered at:
’Tis government that makes them seem divine.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 128.


Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To hear and see her plaints.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 37.


Two women plac'd together makes cold weather.
Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 22.


I grant I am a woman, but withal,
A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife:
I grant I am a woman; but withal
A woman well-reputed; Cato's daughter.
Julius Caesar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 292.
 Ah me, how weak a thing
The heart of woman is!
Julius Catsar. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 39
 She in beauty, education, blood,
Holds hand with any princess of the world.
King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 493.


There was never yet fair woman but she made
mouths in a glass.
King Lear. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 35.


A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or,
for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 266.