....i have of late-but wherefore i know not-lost all my
mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it
goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly
frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory,
this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
what a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! and yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me....
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thanks for the words will