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Swift (Gulliver’s Travels).

A child of our grandmother Eve, a female, or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.

(Love’s Labour Lost, I, 1.)

The whole World was made for man, but the twelfth part of man for woman: Man is the whole World, and the Breath of God; Woman the rib and crooked piece of man.

Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) (Religio Medici).

Give me but what this ribband bound,

Take all the rest the sun goes round!

Edmund Waller (1606-1687) (On a Girdle).

A woman is the most inconsistent compound of obstinacy and self-sacrifice that I am acquainted with.

J. P. F. Richter (Flower, Fruit and Thorn Pieces).

If she be made of white and red

Her faults will ne’er be known.

(Love’s Labour Lost, I, 2).

God made the world in six days, and then he rested. He then made man and rested again. He then made woman and, since then, neither man, woman, nor anything else has rested.

Author not traced.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart,

The very eyes of me.

Robert Herrick (To Anthea).

As perchance carvers do not faces make,