I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
The poorest service is repaid with thanks.
What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
We will have rings and things and fine array
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.
He kills her in her own humor.
She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace.
Tis the mind that makes the body rich.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.
Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?
And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.