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. Shakespeare.Othello, Act III. Scene 3.
My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I longd To follow to the field some warlike lord; And Heavn soon granted what my sire denied. Home.Douglas, Act II. Scene 1.