I prithee, pretty youth, let me be  better acquainted with thee

Jaques
I prithee, pretty youth, let me be  better
acquainted with thee.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
They say you are a melancholy fellow.
Jaques
I am so. I do love it better than laughing.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry
than experience to make me sad

Rosalind, as Ganymede
Those that are in extremity
of either are abominable fellows and betray
themselves to every modern censure worse
than drunkards.
Jaques
Why, ’tis good to be sad and say nothing.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
Why then, ’tis good to be a post.
Jaques
I have neither the scholar’s melancholy, which
is emulation; nor the musician’s, which is fantastical;
nor the courtier’s, which is proud; nor the
soldier’s, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer’s,
which is politic; nor the lady’s, which is nice; nor
the lover’s, which is all these; but it is a melancholy
of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted
from many objects, and indeed the sundry
contemplation of my travels, in which my often
rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
A traveller. By my faith, you
have great reason to be sad. I fear you have sold
your own lands to see other men’s. Then to have
seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes
and poor hands.
Jaques
Yes, I have gained my experience.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
And your experience makes you sad. I had rather
have a fool to make me merry than experience to
make me sad—and to travel for it too.