And Modesty, who, when she goes,
Is gone for ever.

And Modesty, who, when she goes,
Is gone for ever.

Too much taking heede is losse.

Too much taking heede is losse.

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.

The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to
retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, read more

The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to
retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, there's the rub.

In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a
shrew.]

In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a
shrew.]

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?

Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?

Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.

Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.

Let the poor man mind his tongue.

Let the poor man mind his tongue.