Are not these woods

More free from peril than the envious court?”

SCENE I-THE FOREST OF ARDEN

Than that of painted pop? Are not these woods

More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but 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 stones and good in every thing.
I would not change it.

Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

Duke Senior. Come, shall we go and kill

To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a
hurt,

Did come to languish, and indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heaved forth such

As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much:' then, being there alone,

Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;

"Tis right,' quoth he; 'thus misery doth

part

The flux of company:' anon a careless
herd,

Full of the pasture, jumps along by him
And never stays to greet him; "Ay,' quoth
Jaques,

'Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you
look

Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?'
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; swearing that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants and what's