Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.

Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.

My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

We have seen better days.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!