Nathaniel Monologue from Love's Labour's Lost

From Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare

male · sarcastic · 1:02 min

Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred of a book. He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink. His intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. And such barren plants are set before us that we thankful should be— Which we of taste and feeling are—for those parts that do fructify in us more than he. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool, So, were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school. But,, say I, being of an old father’s mind; Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

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