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.
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.
Не знаю, право, отчего грущу я.
Вас это тяготит, как и меня.
Но как я грусть нашел иль подцепил,
Чем, из чего она порождена, -
В толк не возьму.
Но поглупел я так от этой грусти,
Что сам себя почти не узнаю
Уильям Шекспир "Венецианский купец"