“But solely that that vain And breath-invented pain, That idol of mistake, that worshipped cheat, That Honor⁠—since so called By vulgar minds appalled⁠— Played not the tyrant with our nature yet. It had not come to fret The sweet and happy fold Of gentle human-kind; Nor did its hard law bind Souls nursed in freedom; but that law of gold, That glad and golden law, all free, all fitted, Which Nature’s own hand wrote⁠—What pleases, is permitted.”

Also Don Quixote’s address to the goatherds, Don Quixote , Book II Ch. 3, Jarvis’s Tr. :⁠—