Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!
For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.
Come, Lady, die to live.