Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.
Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
They are but beggars that can count their worth.