Touchstone:
The fool doth think he is wise but, the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Jaques:
All the world's a stage,/And all the men and women merely players./They have their exits and their entrances/And each man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Jaques:
And so, from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, and from hour to hour, we rot and rot, and thereby hangs a tale.
Jaques:
Good morrow, fool!
Touchstone:
O sir, call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.
Orlando De Boys:
I do desire we may be better strangers.
Rosalind:
I would rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. And to travel for it too!
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