But to my mind, though I am native hereAnd to the manner born, it is a customMore honour’d in the breach than the observance.

And God fulfils himself in many ways,Lest one good custom should not corrupt the world.

There is no tyrant like custom and no freedom where itsedicts are not restricted.

And custom lie upon thee with a weight,Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!

Custom is the great guide of human life.