As You Like It

by: William Shakespeare

Act II, scenes v–vii

1

If he, compact of jars, grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres. (II.vii.5–6)

2

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. (II.vii.15–17)

3

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale. (II.vii.26–28)