As You Like It
We that are
true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is
mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. (2.4.4)
A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear. (2.7.1)
O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Thou shalt have one.
It is my only suit,
Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them
That I am wise. (2.7.2)