📔 As You Like It

Firm and irrevocable is my doom / Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd.

[…] this fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrunk panel, and like green timber, warp, warp.

I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, / And with a kind of umber smirch my face; / The like do you; so shall we pass along, / And never stir assailants.

I have neither the scholar’s melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician’s, which is fantastical; nor the courtier’s, which is proud; nor the soldier’s, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer’s, which is politic; nor the lady’s, which is nice; nor the lover’s, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels; in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.

If I could meet / that fancy-monger, I would give him some good / counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love / upon him.

Corin: You have too courtly a wit for me; I’ll rest.

Now tell me how long you would have her, after you have possest her?

There were none principal; they were all like one another as halfpence are; every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow fault came to match it.

"Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."

Under the greene wood tree, / Who loves to lye with mee, / And turne his merrie Note, / Unto the sweet Birds throte: / Come hither, come hither, come hither: / Heere shall he see no enemie, / But Winter and rough Weather.