I would the gods had made thee poetical.

As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Down on your knees,

And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5.

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. Sc. 1.

I have gained my experience.

As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

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