Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream
Women, gorgeous gold diamonds and shining pearls have won you a queen's illusory imagination. I don't know, you only have the poison of power, the incense of arrogance, the incense of seduction and murder; Woman, when you pay tribute to wealth, cheer for fame and fortune, and raise your arm again to shout for power, please don't ask the thrush who once sang, because his voice is dry and dumb. To destroy truth, honor and pure soul.