Ah, Yes

Thersites - what a clever benighted bastard.

From "as you like it":

Duke Senior (in the forest of arden)

now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
hath not old custom made this life more sweet
than that of painted pomp? are not these woods
more free from peril than the envious court?
here feel we not the penalty of adam,
the seasons' difference, as the icy fang
and churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
which when it bites and blows upon my body
even till i shrink with cold, i smile and say
"this is no flattery; these are counselors
that feelingly persuade me what i am."
sweet are the uses of adversity,
which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
and this your life, exempt from public haunt,
finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
sermons in stones, and good in everything.

a bit cheesy, but that "feelingly persuade me what i am" is awesome!

and true.