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.

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.

Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!