The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.
What else may hap, to time I will commit.
Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.