As You Like It

Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to
rejoice in yours.   (Rosalind I,ii)

for always the dulness of
the fool is the whetstone of the wits. How now,
wit! whither wander you?   (Celia I,ii)

The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what
wise men do foolishly.   (Touchstone I,ii)

Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your
years.   (Celia I,ii)

if I be foiled, there is but one
shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one
dead that was willing to be so: I shall do my
friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me, the
world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in
the world I fill up a place, which may be better
supplied when I have made it empty.   (Orlando I,ii)

my pride fell with my fortunes;   (Rosalind I,ii)

O, how
full of briers is this working-day world!   (Rosalind I,iii)

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.   (Rosalind I,iii)

to some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies?   (Adam II,iii)

O good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion,
And having that, do choke their service up
Even with the having:   (Orlando II,iii)

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved   (Silvius II,iv)

My master is of churlish disposition
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality:   (Corin II,iv)