O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell,

If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,

And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame

When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,

Since frost itself as actively doth burn,

And reason panders will.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

For in my youth I never did apply

Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.