Guilt's a terrible thing.
I have been at my book; and am now past the craggy paths of study, and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation
Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.
He that is respectless in his courses oft sells his reputation at cheap market.
Our whole life is like a play.