Shakespearean! As I am a fellow english person, and I talk like that anyway! 
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 stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,  
  I am to learn;   
  And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,   
  That I have much ado to know myself. 
To lie and get away with it, or to tell the truth and be true to urself?