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[Forest of Ardenne.]
Touchstone:
When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child, understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
Audrey:
I do not know what 'poetical' is. Is it honest in deed and word? Is it a true thing?
Touchstone:
No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most feigning, and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetry it may be said, as lovers, they do feign.
Audrey:
Do you wish, then, that the gods had made me poetical?
Touchstone:
I do, truly; for thou swearest to me thou art honest. Now if thou wert a poet, I might have some hope thou did feign.
William Shakespeare
As You Like It, 3.3.9-22
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