Shakespeare belongs in here too :) 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, 5
What stuff “tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.
Printed copy · Anthology Volume 2, page 81Printed copy from The Tender For Law Anthology, Volume 2, page 81 (printed 14 June 2014). Added by this site; not part of the Facebook export.