“Good name in man or woman, dear my Lord,
Is the immediate jewel on their souls,
Who steals my purse steals thrash;
It is something – nothing
'Twas mine; 'tis his, and has been
Slave to thousands
But who filches from me my good name,
Robs me of which not enrich him
But makes me poor indeed.”
William Shakespeare
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