My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation. That away, Man are but gilded loam or painted clay.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance.

Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land, Wherein thou liest in reputation sick; And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit and lost without deserving.

O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!