I was looking through an old notebook, because I have to begin studying for the GRE, and came across this passage I’d scribbled down. It’s from Richard II. I’m not sure of the passage, because all I have written is page 287.
“Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com’st.
Suppose the singing birds musicians,
The grass whereon thou tread’st the prescence strewed,
The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more
Than a delightful measure or a dance;
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man that mocks at it and sets it light.”