That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
Arm yourself, my heart: the thing that you must do is fearful, yet inevitable.
Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err.
Good and bad may not be dissevered; There is, as there should be, a commingling.
This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.
If a man rejoice not in his drinking, he is mad; for in drinking it's possible ... to fondle breasts, and to caress well tended locks, and there is dancing withal, and oblivion of woe.