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.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings

Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.