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.

_Sonnet XX._

No other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.

_Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. 2._

The hand that hath made you fair hath made
you good: the goodness that is cheap in beauty
makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace
being the soul of your complexion, should keep
the body of it ever fair.

_Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1._

If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it.

_As You Like It, A. 2, S. 7._

If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
* * * * *
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For "_Get you gone_," she doth not mean "_Away!_"

_Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1._

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She saw, like Pat