Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!
Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
Too much to know is to know naught but fame.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.