Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.
The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.
Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
Your heart's desires be with you!
One out of suits with fortune.
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Cel. Not a word?
Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
The big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.
"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much."
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens.
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
O, good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion.
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me.
I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool.
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms.