As You Like It, Act V, Sc. IV
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
As You Like It, Act II, Sc. VII
I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please.
As You Like It, Act II, Sc. III
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
As You Like It, Act III, Sc. II
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping.
As You Like It, Act II, Sc. IV
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.
As You Like It, Act II, Sc. VII
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.

