woman (n.)
woman (adj.)
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
One man among a thousand have I found; but a woman among all those have I not found.
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.
As soon
Seek roses in December, ice in June;
Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;
Believe a woman or an epitaph,
Or any other thing that's false, before
You trust in critics.
It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop than with a brawling woman in a wide house.
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue.
What will not woman, gentle woman dare,
When strong affection stirs her spirit up?
What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
Who was 't betrayed the Capitol?—A woman!
Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman!
Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,
And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman!
Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!
The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low,—an excellent thing in woman.
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing;
'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
A woman hath nine lives like a cat.
Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind
Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.
Shalt show us how divine a thing
A woman may be made.
Her stature tall,—I hate a dumpy woman.
In her first passion woman loves her lover:
In all the others, all she loves is love.
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!
Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won?
Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won?
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags
Plying her needle and thread,—
Stitch! Stitch! Stitch!
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
But every woman is at heart a rake.
Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?
Woman is woman's natural ally.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman
Hev one glory an' one shame;
Ev'y thin' thet's done inhuman
Injers all on 'em the same.
What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
Who was 't betrayed the Capitol?—A woman!
Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman!
Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,
And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman!
Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!
The man that lays his hand upon a woman,
Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch
Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.
The sky is changed,—and such a change! O night
And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman! Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,
Leaps the live thunder.
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest.
What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
Who was 't betrayed the Capitol?—A woman!
Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman!
Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,
And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman!
Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,—
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
In her first passion woman loves her lover:
In all the others, all she loves is love.
Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither.
Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind;
By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,—
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,—
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
O woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command.
Earth's noblest thing,—a woman perfected.
A poor lone woman.
Sir, a woman preaching is like a dog's walking on his hind legs. It is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.
A woman should be good for everything at home, but abroad good for nothing.
The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd—till woman smiled.
Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
But still be a woman to you.
Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang,
To step aside is human.
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?
What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
Is woman!
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
What say you to such a supper with such a woman?
Let still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
The woman that deliberates is lost.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind;
By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.
She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.
He said that in his whole life he most repented of three things: one was that he had trusted a secret to a woman; another, that he went by water when he might have gone by land; the third, that he had remained one whole day without doing any business of moment.
What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
Who was 't betrayed the Capitol?—A woman!
Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman!
Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,
And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman!
Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!
What mighty woes
To thy imperial race from woman rose!
I have commanded a widow woman there to sustain thee.
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.
