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.

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.

He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.

My soul is in the sky.

Gold--what can it not do, and undo?