One man in his time plays many parts.
Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.