Women, like birds, are shy of a single spring; perplex them by a choice, their heads become giddy, they flutter, and drop into the trap. Robert Mowry Bell
Pleasant at first she is, like Dioscorides Rhododaphne, that fair plant to the eye, but poison to the taste, the rest as bitter as wormwood in the end and sharp as a two-edged sword. Robert Burton
Your women Are like new plays, which self-complacent authors Offer at some eight hundred royals each, But which, when once theyre tried, you purchase dear Eight hundred for a royal. Pedro Calderón de la Barca
You look at a star from two motives, because it is luminousand because it is impenetrable. You have at your side a softer radiance and a greater mysterywoman. Victor Hugo
A fine woman, like a fortified town demands a regular siege; and we must even allow her the honors of war, to magnify the greatness of our victory. Hugh Kelly
I have been servitor in a college at Salamanca, and read philosophy with the doctors; where I found that a woman, in all times, has been observed to be an animal hard to understand, and much inclined to mischief. Now as an animal is always an animal, and a captain is always a captain, so a woman is always a woman; whence it is that a certain Greek says, her head is like a bank of sand; or, as another, a solid rock; or, according to a third, a dark lanthorn: and so, as the head is the head of the body; and that body without a head, is like a head without a tail; and that where there is neither head nor tail, tis a very strange body; so, I say, a woman is, by comparison, do you see? (for nothing explains things like comparisons). I say by comparison, as Aristotle has often said before me, one may compare her to the raging sea; for as the sea, when the wind rises, knits its brows like an angry bull, and that waves mount upon rocks, rocks mount upon waves, that porpoises leap like trouts, and whale skip about like gudgeons; that ships roll like beer-barrels, and mariners pray like saints; just so, I say, a womana woman, I say, just so, when her reason is ship-wrecked upon her passion, and the hulk of her understanding lies thumping against the rock of her fury; then it is, I say, that by certain emotions, whichumcause, as one may suppose, a sort of convulsiveyeshurricanesumlikein short, a woman is the devil. Thomas King
Hard is the fortune that your sex attends; Women, like princes, find few real friends: And who approach them their own ends pursue; Lovers and ministers are seldom true. Lord Lyttelton
A woman is like the ivy, which grows luxuriantly whilst it clings to some sturdy tree, but never thrives if it is separated from it. Jean Baptiste Poquelin Molière
Women are like thermometers, which, on a sudden application of heat, sink at first a few degrees, as preliminary to rising a good many. John Paul Richter
Women, like summer storms, awhile are cloudy, Burst out in thunder and impetuous showrs; But straight the sun of beauty dawns abroad, And all the fair horizon is serene. Nicholas Rowe
Women, like things, at second hand Do half their value lose; But, whilst all courtship they withstand, May at their pleasure choose. Sir Charles Sedley
Women use lovers as they do cards; they play with them awhile, and, when they have got all they can of them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new ones all they got by the old ones. Jonathan Swift
A woman, that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going right, being a watch, But being watchd that it may still go right! William Shakespeare
A woman movd is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And, while it is so, none so dry and thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. William Shakespeare
Women are like curst dogs: civility keeps them tied all day-time, but they are let loose at midnight; then they do most good, or most mischief. John Webster
You say, sir, once a wit allowd a woman to be like a cloud, accept a simile as soon between a woman and the moon; for let mankind say what they will, the sex are heavenly bodies still. James. C. Whyte