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• See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's hea
  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....
• The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the wate
  he poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
• Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant i
  it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age....
• I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd.
  My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sigh...
• My girlfriend told me that she was seeing another man. I told her to rub her eyes. -- Emo Philip