Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 2.

        She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
    She is a woman, therefore to be won.

      Henry VI., Pt. 1, A. 5, S. 3.

        Say, that she rail; why, then 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.

      Taming of the Shrew, A. 2, S. 1.

    Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces;

...  Say they have angels’ faces. 
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3.  S. 1.

Bethink thee on her virtues that Surmount,
And natural graces that extinguish art;
* * * * *
And, which is more, she is not so divine,
So full-replete with choice of all delights,
But, with as humble lowliness of mind,
She is content to be at your command.

Henry VI., Pt. 1, A. 5, S. 5.

          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.

Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4.

’Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on.

Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5.

Fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather’d lily almost wither’d.

Titus Andronicus, A. 3, S. 1.

        Patience and sorrow strove

Who should express her goodliest.  You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears
Were like a better day:  those happy smilets,
That play’d on her ripe lip, seem’d not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp’d.

King Lear, A. 4, S. 2.

                   She is mine own;
    And I as rich in having such a jewel
    As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
    The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 4.

A woman impudent and mannish grown
Is not more loath’d than an effeminate man
In time of action.

Troilus and Cressida, A. 3, S. 3.

            A woman’s face, with Nature’s own hand painted,
    Hast thou ... 
    A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
    With shifting change, as is false woman’s fashion: 
    An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling
    Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth.