You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. But, either it was different in blood,- Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,- Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it.

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!