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

I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

All things are ready, if our mind be so.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.