God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Who is it that says most? which can say more Than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
The apparel oft proclaims the man.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Mine honor is my life, both grow in one; take honor from me, and my life is done; then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try; in that I live and for that will I die.
And why not death rather than living torment? To die, is to be banish’d from myself; And Silvia is myself; banish’d from her, Is self from self; a deadly banishment!
