He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
The play's the thing.
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
What e'er thou art, act well thy part.
A smile cures the wounding of a frown.