In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

Kindness nobler ever than revenge.

I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.