Act i. Sc. 3.
O how full of briers is this working-day world!
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
And this our life, exempt from public haunts,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament,
As wordlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much."
Act ii. Sc. 3.
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!