The will of man is by his reason swayed.

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god -- the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!

... and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days...

Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?

All the world's a stage, And all the men and merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts....

"God's bodkin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity -- the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty?