“It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.”
As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 1.
“I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad.”
As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 1.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!”
As You Like It. ACT V Scene 2.