Unkind
She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!
–Winter’s Tale,
Act II, Scene i

She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!
–Winter’s Tale,
Act II, Scene i

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
-Winter’s Tale,
Act IV, Scene iii

Out, alas!
You’d be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.
-Winter’s Tale,
Act IV, Scene iv

No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness….
For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort.
-The Winter’s Tale,
Act V, Scene iii

Women will love her, that she is a woman
More worth than any man; men, that she is
The rarest of all women.
— The Winter’s Tale,
Act V, Scene i

Though Fortune, visible an enemy,
Should chase us…power no jot
Hath she to change our loves.
–The Winter’s Tale,
Act V, Scene i

Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best, so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semicircle
Or a half-moon made with a pen.
–Winter’s Tale,
Act II, Scene i