As You Like It

by William Shakespeare

Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature.

The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.

Now go we in content To liberty, and not to banishment.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.

For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you: yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you; for I think you have no money in your purse.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy; This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts,

Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character, That every eye which in this forest looks Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.

With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.

"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool."

Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers.