JACQUES: Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.
ROSALIND: Why then, 'tis good to be a post.
JACQUES: 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 of these; but it is a melancholy of my own, compounded of many simples, extracted of many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
ROSALIND: 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.
JACQUES: Yes, I have gained my experience.
ROSALIND: 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.
--Shakespeare, "As You Like It"