“Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?”

“Alas, the frailty is to blame, not weFor such as we are made of, such we be”

“Frailty, thy name is woman!”

“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.They kill us for their sport.”

“And keep you in the rear of your affection,Out of the shot and danger of desire,The chariest maid is prodigal enoughIf she unmasks her beauty to the moon.”

“Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.”

“The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.”