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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.