Such a sweet felicity is in that noble exercise, that he that hath tasted it thoroughly is distasted for all other. So that when all other places and professions require but their several virtues, a brave leader in the wars must be accomplished with all. Therefore, Squire, let thy master go with me, and though he be resolved in the pursuit of his love, let him aspire to it by the noblest means. Therefore I say again, let him seek his fortune in the field, where he may either lose his love, or find new arguments to advance it. To wish him to change from one humour to another, were but as if for the cure of a man in pain one should advise him to lie upon the other side, but not enable him to stand on his feet.
Contemplation is a dream, love a trance, and the humour of war is raving.
These be shifts of humour, but no reclaiming to reason. I debar him not studies nor books, to give him store and variety of conceit, to refresh his mind, to cover sloth and indisposition, and to draw to him from those that are studious respect and commendation. But let him beware lest they possess not too much of his time, that they abstract not his judgment from present experience, nor make him presume upon knowing much to apply the less. And for his love, let it not so disarm his heart within, as it make him too credulous to favour, nor too tender to unkindnesses, nor too apt to depend upon the heart he knows not. It makes their service seem nothing, and every cavil or imputation very great.