Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.

This was the penn'worth of his thought.

This was the penn'worth of his thought.

(Goneril:) I have been worth the whistle.
(Albany:) O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which read more

(Goneril:) I have been worth the whistle.
(Albany:) O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face.

Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble read more

Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamped upon it.

Too good for great things and too great for good.

Too good for great things and too great for good.

You will always be fools! We shall never be gentlemen.

You will always be fools! We shall never be gentlemen.

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
When thou art all the better part of me?
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O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring,
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?

Anything worth doing well is worth doing slowly.

Anything worth doing well is worth doing slowly.

Sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to.

Sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to.