The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness,
and peril of falling?

The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness,
and peril of falling?

Better to die ten thousand deaths,
Than wound my honour.

Better to die ten thousand deaths,
Than wound my honour.

All honor's wounds are self-inflicted.

All honor's wounds are self-inflicted.

Great honours are great burdens, but on whom
They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
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Great honours are great burdens, but on whom
They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
His cares must still be double to his joys,
In any dignity.

Honor lies in honest toil.

Honor lies in honest toil.

I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.

I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.

If he that in the field is slain
Be in the bed of honour lain,
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If he that in the field is slain
Be in the bed of honour lain,
He that is beaten may be said
To lie in Honour's truckle-bed.

Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honor is a read more

Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honor is a private station.

Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; we can never
re-enter it once we are on the read more

Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; we can never
re-enter it once we are on the outside.
[Fr., L'honneur est comme une ile escarpee et sans bords;
On n'y peut plus rentrer des qu'on en est dehors.]