That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she
     brought me up, I likewise give her most humble
     thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my
     forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick,
     all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do
     them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the
     right to trust none; and the fine is, for the which
     I may go the finer, I will live a bachelor.