'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Raven.
What's Raven? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Flacco would, were he not Flacco call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Flacco, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself. - Rex Ryan