Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!
Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.