besmirch

Think it no more .
For nature , crescent , does not grow alone
In thews and bulk , but , as this temple waxes ,
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal . Perhaps he loves you now ,
And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will ; but you must fear ,
His greatness weighed , his will is not his own ,
For he himself is subject to his birth .
He may not , as unvalued persons do ,
Carve for himself , for on his choice depends
The safety and the health of this whole state .
And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
Unto the voice and yielding of that body
Whereof he is the head . Then , if he says he loves
you ,
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
As he in his particular act and place
May give his saying deed , which is no further
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal .
Then weigh what loss your honor may sustain
If with too credent ear you list his songs
Or lose your heart or your chaste treasure open
To his unmastered importunity .
Fear it , Ophelia ; fear it , my dear sister ,
And keep you in the rear of your affection ,
Out of the shot and danger of desire .
The chariest maid is prodigal enough
If she unmask her beauty to the moon .
Virtue itself ’scapes not calumnious strokes .
The canker galls the infants of the spring
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed ,
And , in the morn and liquid dew of youth ,
Contagious blastments are most imminent .
Be wary , then ; best safety lies in fear .
Youth to itself rebels , though none else near .