1 Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
2 A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.
3 See where she comes, and brings your froward wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
4 Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner: I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
5 Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord: Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age.
6 A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
7 She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but thou knowest winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.
8 And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift, Which, in a napkin being close convey'd, Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.