Slave to thousands

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals my trash: tis something, nothing:
Twas mine, tis his, and has been slave to thousands
But he that flinches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.



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