"I wonder that thou, being, as thou sayst thou art, born
|under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral medicine to|
|mortifying mischief. I cannot hide what I am. I must be sad|
|when I have cause and smile at no man's jests, eat when I|
|have stomach and wait for no man's leisure, sleep when I am|
|drowsy and tend on no man's business, laugh when I am|
merry and claw no man in his humor"