You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

I am falser than vows made in wine.