AS YOU LIKE IT
by W. Shakespeare
ACT TWO
SCENE i. The Forest of Arden
Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or
three LORDS, like foresters.
Duke S. Now, my co-mates and brothers in
exile,
Hath not custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Her feel we not the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say
'This is no flattery ; these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am'.
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 stone, and good in everything.
I would not change it.
Amiens.
Happy is your Grace,
That can translate the stubborness of fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a style.