Was doing one of my favourite things the other day. Browsing through quotes. There is an option to view by Author, and as usual, I clicked on my favourite,
Shakespeare. His words give you the pleasure that reading poetry gives, a stirring of emotions, at the same time, hit you hard with a truth, stirring the mind.
one such gem--Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; ’t is something, nothing;
’T was mine, ’t is 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.
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 12:17 am
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