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.

I am one, my liege,

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world

Have so incensed that I am reckless what

I do to spite the world.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.