The Merchant of Venice: Act 1, Scene 1, Verse 1
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 want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.
I woke up with this quote from Shakespeare (well, at least the two first lines). It’s something I’ve remembered since Grade 10, when we studied it in high school.
I feel slightly depressed. No doubt this feeling is due to the fact that I have been working on past life astrology for the past month or so, and now that I’ve come to the end of that one particular journey, I feel at loose ends.
But now I must do something else, something different, something new. I wonder what.