Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.

Speak low, if you speak love.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.