Late night thoughts on getting a Ph.D.
Anthonio. 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 stuffe ’tis made of, whereof it is borne,
I am to learne: and such a Want-wit sadnesse makes of me,
That I have much ado to know my self.
(Merchant [...]