- O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There ’s in you all that we believe of heaven,—
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
- Venice Preserv'd (1682), Act i. Sc. 1.
- Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;
Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o’er thee.
- And die with decency.
- Venice Preserv'd (1682), Act v. Sc. 3.
- What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
Who was ’t betrayed the Capitol?—A woman!
Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman!
Who was the cause of a long ten years’ war,
And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman!
Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!