Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
...speak to me as to thy thinking As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words...
