Value Quotes

“Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.”

“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.”

“Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.”

“He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.”

“Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.”

“She's good, being gone.”

“Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.”

“I am wealthy in my friends.”

“The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.”

“...lest too light winning make the prize light.”

“Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.”

“The prize of all too precious you.”

“Plutus himself,That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine,Hath not in nature's mystery more scienceThan I have in this ring.”

“Women are angels, wooing:Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing:That she beloved knows naught, that knows not this--Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.”

“A poor thing, perhaps, but my own.”

“Our content Is our best having.”

“Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.”

“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ’twas mine, ’tis 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.”

“Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings”

“Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity”

“But pearls are fair; and the old saying is:Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.”

“My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.”

“The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many thing by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!”

“O, this life Is nobler than attending for a check, Richer than doing nothing for a robe, Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Such pain the cap of him that makes him fine Yet keeps his book uncrossed.”

“Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.”