What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

A deed without a name.

Thy mother's name is ominous to children.

What a disgrace it is to me to remember thy name.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet

I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it’s an enemy to thee.