He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.

Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty