Thursday, November 30, 2017

First Paragraph

Antonio. 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.

From The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare

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