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?
" Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or onmy frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what i think good?
No, i am that i am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad and in their badness reign."
Overall i'd tell the truth - but i do lie when it is called for - eg" Do i look fat in this"
To live in a traditional African villiage for a month or with eskimoes for a month ?