Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks: Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books.

So study evermore is overshot. While it doth study to have what it would, It doth forget to do the thing it should; And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'Tis won as towns with fire; so won, so lost.

(Berowne:) What is the end of study, let me know? (King:) What, that to know which else we should not know. (Berowne:) Things hid and barred, you mean, from common sense? (King:) Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.

I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. What is your study?

I am slow of study.

Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,/ That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks;/ Small have continuous plodders ever won,/ Save base authority from others' books.