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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Ther seyde oones a clerk in two vers, "what is bettre than Gold? Jaspre. What is bettre thanJaspre? Wisdom. And what is bettre than Wisdom? Womman. And what is bettre than a good Womman? No thyng." Chaucer—Canterbury Tales. Melibeus. L. 2,300. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Harleian MS.) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 1 | text = We shall find n6 fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorn'd! slighted! dismiss'd without a parting pang. Colley Cebber—Love's Last Shift. Act IV. Sc. 1. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Congreve}}) | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Congreve—The Mourning Bride. Act III. Sc. 2. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Cibber, Tuke, Vergil}}) | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord. Barry Cornwall—Rafaelle and Fornarina. Sc. 2. 7 Her air, her manners, all who saw admired: Courteous though coy, and gentle, though retired: The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd. Crabbe—Parish Register. Pt. II. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me. Crashaw—Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when she was a skilful mistress of her art. Cupid's Whirligig. (1607) | seealso = (See also {{sc|Burns}}) | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Were there no women, men might live lik;e gods. Dekker—Honest Whore. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1. u There's no music when a woman is in the concert. Dekker—Honest Whore. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 3. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Les femmes ont toujours quelque arriere pensée. Women always have some mental reservation. Dbstouches—Di/mipateur. V. 9. But were it to my fancy given To rate her charms, I'd call them heaven; For though a mortal made of clay, Angels must love Ann Hathaway; She hath a way so to control, To rapture the imprisoned soul. And sweetest heaven on earth display, That to be heaven Ann hath a way; She hath a way, Ann Hathaway,— To be heaven's self Ann hath a way. Charles DrBDm—A Love DUtie. In his novel Hannah Hewitt. (1795) Often attributed to Shakespeare. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = But in some odd nook in Mrs. Todgers's breast, up a great many steps, and in a corner easy to be overlooked, there was a. secret door, with "Woman" written on the spring, which, at a touch from Mercy's hand, had flown wide open, and admitted her for shelter. | author = Dickens | work = Martin Chuzzlewit. | place = Vol. II. Ch. XII. | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = She was not made out of his head, Sir, To rule and to govern the man; Nor was she made out of his feet, Sir, By man to be trampled upon. But she did come forth from his side, Sir, His equal and partner to be; And now they are coupled together, She oft proves the top of the tree. > Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England. Collected by James Henry Dixon. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Barrie}}, {{sc|Henry}}, {{sc|Wesley}}) | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Be then thine own home, and in thyself dwell; Inn anywhere; And seeing the snail, which everywhere doth roam, Carrying his own home still, still is at home, Follow (for he is easy-paced) this snail: Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail. Donne. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Britaine}}, also {{sc|How}} under {{sc|Wife}}) | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. Dryden—Alexander's Feast. L. 154. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = For women with a mischief to their kind, Pervert with bad advice our better mind. Dryden—Cock and Fox. L. 555. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A woman's counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart's ease he hVd; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin. Dryden—Cock and the Fox. L. 557. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence; Sex to the last. Dryden—Cymon and Iphigenia. L. 367. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 888 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five and twenty. Dryden—The Maiden Queen. Act III. Sc. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 888 }}