As You Like It

by William Shakespeare

And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.

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.

Know you not, master, to some kind of men Their graces serve them but as enemies?

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.