“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.”
Translation: 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.