“Take the instant for honour travels in a strait so narrow where one but goes abreast: keep, then, the path; for emulation hath a thousand sons that one by one pursue: if you give way. Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, like to an enter’d tide they all rush by. And leave you hindmost; or, like a gallant horse fall’n in first rank, lie there for pavement to the abject rear, o’er-run and trampl’d on: then what they do in present, though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours; for time is like a fashionable host, that slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; and with his arms out-stretch’d, as he would fly, grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek remuneration for the thing it was; for beauty, wit, high birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, love, friendship, charity, are subjects all to envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,—that all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, though they are made and moulded of things past; and give to dust that is a little gilt more laud than gilt o’er-dusted. The present praises the present object.” – William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida 3.3