As You Like It. Act 2, Scene 1. Duke Senior
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- Now my Coe-mates, and brothers in exile:
- Hath not old custome made this life more sweete
- Then that of painted pompe? Are not these woods
- More free from perill then the enuious Court?
- Heere feele we not the penaltie of Adam,
- The seasons difference, as the Icie phange
- And churlish chiding of the winters winde,
- Which when it bites and blowes vpon my body
- Euen till I shrinke with cold, I smile, and say
- This is no flattery: these are counsellors
- That feelingly perswade me what I am:
- Sweet are the vses of aduersitie
- Which like the toad, ougly and venemous,
- Weares yet a precious Iewell in his head:
- And this our life exempt from publike haunt,
- Findes tongues in trees, bookes in the running brookes,
- Sermons in stones, and good in euery thing.