Quotes
Quotes about Ladies
If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.
Come, my coach! Good night, sweet ladies; good night.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,--
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
Of starved people.
Ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet.
The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.
Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously virtuous.
I am very fond of the company of ladies. I like their beauty, I like their delicacy, I like their vivacity, and I like their silence.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more!
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
But, oh ye lords of ladies intellectual,
Inform us truly,--have they not henpeck'd you all?
The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white it stays forever
Their red it never dies:
But Phillida, my Phillida!
Her color comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,--
It wavers to a rose.
So freezing people on a cooling star envy the Indians, who rarely freeze but die instead from other maladies
She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other to virtue, is a much greater character than the ladies described in romance, whose whole occupation is to murder mankind with shafts from their quiver or their eyes.
Ladies of Fashion starve their happiness to feed their vanity, and their love to feed their pride. - Lacon, 1825.
The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily,-- It wavers to a rose.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet, Which once inflam'd my soul, and still inspires my wit.
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That sucked the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason Like sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh, That unmatched form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy.
Keep a good table and attend to the ladies. [Fr., Tenez bonne table et soignez les femmes.]
The service was of great array, That they were served with that day. Thus they ate, and made them glad, With such service as they had-- When they had dined, as I you say, Lordis and ladies yede to play; Some to tables and some to chess, With other games more and less.
A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums the songs of the Nile, and Cadiz; who throws his sleek arms into various attitudes; who idles away the whole day among the chair of the ladies, and is ever whispering into some one's ear; who reads little billets- doux from this quarter and that, and writes them in return; who avoids ruffling his dress by contact with his neighbour's sleeve, who knows with whom everybody is in love; who flutters from feast to feast, who can recount exactly the pedigree of Hirpinus. What do you tell me? is this a beau, Cotilus? Then a beau, Cotilus, is a very trifling thing.
I have defined Ladies as people who did not do things themselves.
Women are not ladies. The term connotates females who are simultaneously put on a pedestal and patronized.
Come, my coach! Good night, ladies, good night. Sweet ladies, good night, good night.
