Kindness In Women, Not Their

... The Spring, The Summer, The Chilling Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries; And The Mazed World By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

From Women'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.

My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art Another.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.