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In sooth I know not why I am so sad: / It wearies me; you say it wearies you; / But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, / What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, / I am to learn; / And such a wantwit sadness makes of me / That I have much ado to know myself.
Merchant of Venice