As You Like It

by William Shakespeare

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

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,

Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do: and the reason why they are not so punished and cured is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.

I pray you do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine:

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