He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

Who steals my purse, steals trash, but he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

A deed without a name.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks