My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
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My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
Man are but gilded loam or painted clay.

To be pointed out with the finger.

To be pointed out with the finger.

To disregard what the world thinks of us is not only arrogant but
utterly shameless.
[Lat., Negligere quid read more

To disregard what the world thinks of us is not only arrogant but
utterly shameless.
[Lat., Negligere quid de se quisque sentiat, non solum arrogantis
est, sed etiam omnino dissoluti.]

My reputation grows with every failure.

My reputation grows with every failure.

The reputation of a man is like his shadow, gigantic when it precedes him, and pigmy in its proportions when read more

The reputation of a man is like his shadow, gigantic when it precedes him, and pigmy in its proportions when it follows.

I have offended reputation,
A most unnoble swerving.

I have offended reputation,
A most unnoble swerving.

I wrote the story myself. It's all about a girl who lost her reputation but never missed it.

I wrote the story myself. It's all about a girl who lost her reputation but never missed it.

How many worthy men have we seen survive their own reputations!

How many worthy men have we seen survive their own reputations!

I wrote the story myself. It's about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it.

I wrote the story myself. It's about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it.