Friday, June 24

William Shakespeare on BOOKS IN THE RUNNING BROOKS

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons’ difference; as, the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say
‘This is no flattery: these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.’
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
I would not change it.

(From: As You Like It, Act 2 Scene I)

1 comment:

  1. "(11.) And this is, in fact, one of the great sources

    of delight which the study of natural science imparts

    to its votaries. A mind which has once imbibed a taste

    for scientific inquiry, and has learnt the habit of

    applying its principles readily to the cases which

    occur, has within itself an inexhaustible source of

    pure and exciting contemplations:—one would think that

    Shakspeare had such a mind in view when he describes a

    contemplative man as finding

    'Tongues in trees—books in the running brooks—
    Sermons in stones—and good in every thing.'" A

    preliminary discourse on the study of natural

    philosophy By Sir John Frederick William Herschel, pg


    The words of one’s mouth are deep waters,
    the spring of wisdom, a running brook. Prov 18 4