Shakespeare Quotes About Wealth and Class

Good alone Is good without a name. Vileness is so.

Virtue and she Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me.

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

If you prick us, do we not bleed?

The pound of flesh, which I demand of him,

Why, then the world's mine oyster. Which I with sword will open.

There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough: