Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
—“As You Like it,” Act II, Scene 7.
SOLITUDE PREFERRED TO COURT LIFE
Duke S. Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam.
The season’s difference, as the icy fang