This is the excellent foppery of the world; that when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behavior, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and stars; as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and traitors by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence.
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