To Have Seen Much And To Have

So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.

Why, I' Faith, Methinks She's Too Low For A High Praise, Too Brown For A Fair Praise And Too Little For A Great Praise: Only This Commendation I Can Afford Her, That Were She Other Than She Is, She Were Unhandsome; And Being No Other But As She Is, I Do Not Like Her. (benedick, From Much Ado About Nothing)

The Gray-eyed Morn Smiles On The Frowning Night, Checkering The Eastern Clouds With Streaks Of Light.

A Woman Impudent And Mannish Grown Is Not More Loath'd Than An Effeminate Man.