Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;

Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,

And recks not his own rede.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Turn him to any cause of policy,

The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,

Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks,

The air, a chartered libertine, is still.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.