(Goneril: ) I have been worth the whistle. (Albany: ) O Goneril, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

He has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle.

I believe in the supreme worth of the individual and in his right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

I would that I were low laid in my grave. I am not worth this coil that's made for me.

It is a maxim, that those to whom everybody allows the second place have an undoubted title to the first.

Now, good my lord, Let there be some more test made of my mettle Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamped upon it.

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring, And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?

The game is not worth the candle.

They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword: they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, and tormented; (O ...

This mournful truth is everywhere confess'd, Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd.