Rosalind: My pride fell with my fortunes.
Celia: By my troth, thou sayest true. For, since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.
Celia: I like this place, and willingly could waste my time in it.
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
Touchstone: The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Duke Senior: True is it that we have seen better days,
And have with holy bell been knolled to church.
Rosalind: Love is merely a madness and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
Duke: And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Jaques: A fool, a fool, I met a fool i' th' forest,
A motley fool. A miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool,
Who laid him down and basked him in the sun
And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.
"Good morrow, fool," quoth I. "No, sir," quoth he,
"Call me not 'fool' till heaven hath sent me fortune."