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TEN CENT POCKET SERIES NO. 77

Edited by E. Haldeman-Julius

What Great Men Have Said About Women

HALDEMAN-JULIUS COMPANY GIRARD. KANSAS

SHAKESPEARE. JOHN MILTON. LORD BYRON. SIR WALTER SCOTT. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. THOMAS CARLYLE. VICTOR HUGO. ROBERT BROWNING. W. M. THACKERAY.

SHAKESPEARE.

Where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Love's Labour's Lost, A. 4, S. 3.

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination; And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul. Much Ado About Nothing, A. 4, S. 1.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love. Taming of the Shrew, A. 4, S. 2.

Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1.

You, that have so fair parts of woman on you, Have too a woman's heart: which ever yet Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty. Henry VIII., A. 2, S. 3.

'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; 'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired. Henry VI., Pt. 3, A. 1, S. 4.

From woman's eyes this doctrine I derive; They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. Love's Labour's Lost, A. 4, S. 3.

Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low: an excellent thing in woman. King Lear, A. 5, S. 3.

Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? The Passionate Pilgrim, Line 14.

Thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. The Tempest, A. 4. S. 1.

Good name in man and woman, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

Women are soft, pitiful, and flexible. Henry VI., Pt. 3, A. 1. S. 4.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord? Taming of the Shrew, A. 5, S. 2.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. 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. 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 Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4.

She shall be A pattern to all ... living with her.... Holy and heavenly thoughts shall still counsel her; She shall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own shall bless her.... ... Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.... ... Yet a virgin, A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all shall mourn her. Henry VIII., A. 5, S. 4.

JOHN MILTON.

Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. Paradise Lost, Book 8.

When I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuest, discreetest, best. Paradise Lost, Book 8.

Nothing lovelier can be found In woman than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote. Paradise Lost, Book 9.

For contemplation he and valour form'd; For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him. Paradise Lost, Book 4.

Amon dau hters of men …

Many are in each region passing fair As the noon sky; more like to goddesses Than mortal creatures; graceful and discreet; … Persuasive … Such objects have the power to soften and tame Severest temper. Paradise Regained, Book 2.

Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence.

L'Allegro.

Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined. Sonnet.

O fairest of Creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excell'd Whatever can to sight or thought be form'd, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! Paradise Lost, Book 9.

Curiosity, inquisitive, importune Of secrets, then with like infirmity To publish them, both common female faults. Samson Agonistes.

In argument with men, a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause. Samson Agonistes.

Thus it will befall Him who to worth in woman overturning Lets her will rule; restraint she will not brook, And left to herself, if evil thence ensue, She first his weak indulgence will accuse. Paradise Lost, Book 9.

Daughter of God … I, from the influence of thy looks, receive Access in every virtue: and in thy sight More wise, more watchful, stronger, if need were Of outward strength; while shame, thou looking on. Shame to be overcome or overreach'd. Would utmost vigour raise, and raised unite. Why shouldst not thou like sense within thee feel When I am present, and thy trial choose With me, best witness of thy virtue tried? Paradise Lost, Book 9.

By his countenance he seem'd Entering on studious thoughts abstruse; which Eve Perceiving, where she sat retired in sight, With lowliness majestic from her seat, And grace that won who saw to wish her stay, Rose, and went forth among her fruits and flowers, To visit how they prosper'd, bud and bloom, Her nursery; they at her coming sprung, And, touch'd by her fair tendance gladlier grew. Paradise Lost, Book 8.

So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear; Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape.

Comus.

A smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. Paradise Lost, Book 8.

She has a hidden strength … … The strength of Heaven, It may be termed her own. 'Tis chastity … chastity…. She that has that, is clad in complete steel; And, like a quiver'd Nymph with arrows keen, May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths, … and sandy perilous wilds … She may pass on with unblench'd majesty Be it not done in pride, or in presumption.

Comus.

O Woman, in thy native innocence, rely On what thou hast of virtue: summon all, For God toward thee hath done His part, do thine. Paradise Lost, Book 9.

What higher in her society thou find'st Attractive, human, rational, love still; In loving thou dost well, in passion not Wherein true love consists not. Paradise Lost, Book 8.

The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks,

Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures. Paradise Lost, Book 9.

Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat Build in her loveliest, and create an awe About her, as a guard angelic placed. Paradise Lost, Book 8.

Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions mix'd with love And sweet compliance, which declare unfeign'd Union of mind, or in us both one soul; Harmony to behold in wedded pair More grateful than harmonious sound to the ear. Paradise Lost, Book 8.

Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure. With even step and musing gait; And looks commercing with the skies, Thy wrapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

Il Penseroso.

Innocence and virgin modesty Her virtue, and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retired The more desirable. Paradise Lost, Book 8.

Lady, thy care is fix'd, and zealously attends To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light. And hope that reaps not shame.

Sonnet.

A creature … … So lovely fair, That what seem'd fair in all the world seem'd now Mean, or in her summ'd up, in her contain'd. Paradise Lost, Book 8.

All things from her air inspired The spirit of love and amorous delight. Paradise Lost, Book 8.

It is for homely features to keep home—

They had their name thence: coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the housewife's wool. Comus.

With dispatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. What choice to choose for delicacy best, What order, so contrived, as not to mix Tastes, not well join'd, inelegant, but bring Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change. Paradise Lost, Book 5.

I do not think my sister … … So unprincipled in Virtue's book And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, As that single want of light and noise Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into misbecoming plight. Virtue could see to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude: Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings. That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. Comus.

LORD BYRON.

Around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone: The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole— And, oh! that eye was in itself a soul! The Bride of Abydos, Canto 1.

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto 1.

She was a form of life and light,

That, seen, became a part of sight; And rose wher'er I turned mine eye, The morning-star of memory!

The Giaour.

You know, or ought to know, enough of women, Since you have studied, them so steadily, That what they ask in aught that touches on The heart, is dearer to their feelings or Their fancy than the whole external world. Sardanapalus, A. 4.

Oh! too convincing—dangerously dear— In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield To save, subdue—at once her spear and shield. Corsair, Canto 2.

Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might—the majesty of loveliness? Bride of Abydos, Canto 1.

So bright the tear in beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry; So sweet the blush of bashfulness, Even pity scarce can wish it less! The Bride of Abydos, Canto 1.

Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth; Her eyebrow's shape was like the aërial bow Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth Mounting, at times to a transparent glow, As if her veins ran lightning. Don Juan, Canto 1.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, Is woman's whole existence. Don Juan, Canto 1.

Her very smile was haughty, though so sweet; Her very nod was not an inclination; There was a self-will even in her small feet, As though they were quite conscious of her station;—