Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
