Question

Thanks, i' faith, for silence is only commendable
In a neat’s tongue dried and a maid not vendible Explain?

Answer 1

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Answer 2

Answer:

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,

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I am to learn.

And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,

That I have much ado to know myself.

To tell the truth, I don't know why I am so sad. I'm tired of being sad, and you say you're tired of it, too. But I don't know how I caught, found, or came by this sadness; what it's about; or where it came from. And since I don't know anything about this sadness, I clearly have a ways to go in understanding myself.