p. 36 EDMUND: This is the excellent foppery of the world that when we are sick in fortune - often the surfeit of our own behavior - we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars, as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting-on.
p. 74 ALBANY: How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell. / Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
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