This is the excellent foppery of the world, that
when we are sick in fortune,-- often the surfeit
of our own behaviour,-- 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: an
admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition to the charge of the stars. My father compounded
with my mother under the dragon's tail, and my nativity was
under ursa major: so that, it follows, I am rough and lecherous.
Fut, I should be that I am had the maidenliest star in the
firmament twinkled on my bastardizing!

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