You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!
Is she kind as she is fair?