My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation—that away,
Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times barr’d-up chest
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
A quote of Mowbury, Richard The Second
Without public honor, a man’s inner virtues are like a jewel locked with ten bolts in an obscure chest.
A quote of Beatrice, Much Ado About Nothing