They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.

_Love's Labour's Lost, A. 4, S. 3._


Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low: an excellent thing in woman.

_King Lear, A. 5, S. 3._


Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for naught?

_The Passionate Pilgrim, Line 14._


Thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.

_The Tempest, A. 4. S. 1._


Good name in man and woman,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

_Othello, A. 3, S. 3._