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 ...

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."

line from As You Like It, Act II, Scene 7 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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