That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

JULIET:

It’s only your name that is my enemy;
You are yourself, not even a Montague.
What’s “Montague?” It is not a hand, or a foot, or an arm, or a face, or any other part belonging to a man.
O, be some other name!

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose would smell as sweet if it had any other name.

So Romeo, if he wasn’t called “Romeo,” would retain that dear perfection which he has without that title.

Romeo, throw your name away;
And for that name, which isn’t part of you, take all of me.

Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2), 1594

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