TEN CENT POCKET SERIES NO. 77

Edited by E. Haldeman-Julius

WHAT GREAT MEN HAVE SAID ABOUT WOMEN

HALDEMAN-JULIUS COMPANY GIRARD.  KANSAS

Shakespeare.

          Where is any author in the world
    Teaches such beauty as a woman’s eye?

      Love’s Labour’s Lost, A. 4, S. 3.

        The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
    Into his study of imagination;
    And every lovely organ of her life
    Shall come apparel’d in more precious habit,
    More moving-delicate, and full of life,
    Into the eye and prospect of his soul.

      Much Ado About Nothing, A. 4, S. 1.

        Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
    Shall win my love.

      Taming of the Shrew, A. 4, S. 2.

        Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
    Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
    More than quick words, do move a woman’s mind.

      Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1.

        You, that have so fair parts of woman on you,
    Have too a woman’s heart:  which ever yet
    Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty.

      Henry VIII., A. 2, S. 3.

        ’Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
    ’Tis virtue that doth make them most admired.

      Henry VI., Pt. 3, A. 1, S. 4.

        From woman’s eyes this doctrine I derive;
    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.

Women are soft, pitiful, and flexible.

Henry VI., Pt. 3, A. 1.  S. 4.

        Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
    Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
    And, when she’s froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
    And not obedient to his honest will,
    What is she, but a contending rebel,
    And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

      Taming of the Shrew, A. 5, S. 2.

        Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
    Her infinite variety:  other women cloy
    The appetites they feed:  but she makes hungry
    Where most she satisfies.