"I have of late - but wherefore I know not - lost all my mirth,forgone all custom of excercises;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 pestilential congregation of vapours. What piece of work is a man ! How noble in reason ! How infinate 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; nor women neither." (Hamlet).
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