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615.

0, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd: She was a vixen when she went to school;

And, though she be but little, she is fierce. 7-iii. 2.

616.

"T is such fools as you,

That make the world full of ill-favour'd children:
Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;
And out of you she sees herself more proper,
Than any of her lineaments can shew her. 10-iii. 5.

617.

She is too disdainful;

I know, her spirits are as coy and wild

As haggards of the rock".

618.

6-iii. 1.

Your face hath got five hundred pounds a-year;
Yet sell your face for five-pence, and 't is dear.

619.

16-i. 1.

She creeps;

30-iii. 3.

Her motion and her station are as one;
She shews a body rather than a life;
A statue, than a breather.

620.

I never yet saw man,
How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured,
But she would spell him backward; if fair-faced,
She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sister;
If black, why nature, drawing of an antic,
Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed;
If low, an agate very vilely cut:

If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;
If silent, why a block, moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out;
And never gives to truth and virtue that,
Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.

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6-iii. 1.

621.

I would, my horse had the speed of your tongue; and so good a continuer. 6-i. 1.

622.

You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses' absence, did but fill

Ithaca full of moths.

28-i. 3.

623.

Constant you are;

But yet a woman: and for secrecy,

No lady closer; for I well believe,

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will I trust thee.

624.

18-ii. 3.

If they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.

625.

6-ii. 1.

I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
No: an he were, I would burn my study.

626.

She cannot love,

Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
She is so self-endear'd.

627.

6-i. 1.

6-iii. 1.

O thou public commoner!

I should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did I but speak thy deeds.

628.

She is peevish, sullen, froward,

Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Neither regarding that she is my child,
Nor fearing me as if I were her father.

629.

37-iv. 2.

2-iii. 1.

She is too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise: only this

commendation I can afford her; that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome.

630.

6-i. 1.

Let them anatomize her; see what breeds about her heart: Is there any cause in nature, that makes these hard hearts? 34-iii. 6.

631.

Lady, you have a merry heart. . . . . Yea, I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care.

632.

0,

Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant,
Can tickle where she wounds!

6-ii. 1.

31-i. 2.

633.

Her beauty and her brain go not togetherP: She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit 9. 31-i. 3.

634.

Would I (being but a moonish youth) grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles, for every passion something, and for no passion truly any thing (as boys and women are the most part cattle of this colour); would now like him, now loath him; then entertain him, then forswear him; now weep for him, then spit at him.

635.

10-iii. 2.

Come, an it were not for thy humours, there is not a better wench in England.

636.

Whose warp'd looks proclaim

19-ii. 1.

What store her heart is made of.

P Her beauty and sense are not equal.

34-iii. 6.

Anciently almost every sign had a motto, or some at

tempt at witticism, underneath it.

637.

She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking"..

638.

Who might be your mother,

That you insult, exult, and all at once,

37-ii. 1.

Over the wretched? What though you have more beauty,

(As, by my faith, I see no more in you

Than without candle may go dark to bed,)

Must you be therefore proud and pitiless? 10-iii. 5.

639.

O, how hast thou with jealousy infected

The sweetness of affiance!

20-ii. 2.

640.

You are pictures out of doors,

Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens,
Saints in your injuries, devils being offended.

641.

37-ii. 1.

What, my dear lady Disdain! are you yet living?

642.

6-i. 1.

Thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd with thy tongue.

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6-ii. 1.

643.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north She would have made Hercules have turned spit; yea, and have cleft his club, to make the fire too.

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644.

The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor's edge invisible,

Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen;

Above the sense of sense: so sensible

6-ii. 1.

Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things. 8-v. 2.

645.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.

646.

I saw her hand; she has a leathern hand,

36-iii. 1.

A freestone-coloured hand; I verily did think,

That her old gloves were on; but 't was her hands; She has a huswife's hand.

10-iv. 3.

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